Testo Lightheavy Rapture

(Poem Spring Thunger by Mark van Doren)

Listen, The wind is still,
And far away in the night
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.

Open the doors. It is warm; And where the sky was clear
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!

Come under the trembling hedge
Fast, although you fumble...
There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble

Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!