 | Gathered in the gloaming |  |
Spring.
Spring leaped up in the hollows. What a raceI ran with him o'er meadow and green height!
But when I paused, exulting in my pace,
Spring laughed from windy woodlands out of sight.
| Gathered in the gloaming | |
I ran with him o'er meadow and green height!
But when I paused, exulting in my pace,
Spring laughed from windy woodlands out of sight.