Spring

 At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise.
" 
At the second hour, it was as if one said, "Go forth.
" 
And the winter constellations that are like patient ox-eyes 
Sank below the white horizon at the north.
 

At the third hour, it was as if one said, "I thirst"; 
At the fourth hour, all the earth was still: 
Then the clouds suddenly swung over, stooped, and burst; 
And the rain flooded valley, plain and hill.
 

At the fifth hour, darkness took the throne; 
At the sixth hour, the earth shook and the wind cried; 
At the seventh hour, the hidden seed was sown; 
At the eighth hour, it gave up the ghost and died.
 

At the ninth hour, they sealed up the tomb; 
And the earth was then silent for the space of three hours.
 
But at the twelfth hour, a single lily from the gloom 
Shot forth, and was followed by a whole host of flowers.

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