A light exists in spring

ALIGHT exists in spring

      Not present on the year

At any other period.

      When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad

      On solitary hills

That science cannot overtake,

      But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;

      It shows the furthest tree

Upon the furthest slope we know;

      It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,

      Or noons report away,

Without the formula of sound,

      It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss

      Affecting our content,

As trade had suddenly encroached

      Upon a sacrament.