The Autumn wailed, ” I felt his breath.” The birds departed, frightened.
The heavens frowned, and all the earth
In chilling terror whitened.
The flowers clasped his frozen hands,
And bended low to greet him ;
The leaves, all clad In colors gay,
Then sallied forth to meet him.
King Winter came, but gave the earth
A coldly warm protection ; Till Spring commanded, ” Rise, depart;
I am the resurrection.”