NEWS OF SPRING 



IV 



BUT I am looking for winter and the 

 print of its footsteps . Where is it hiding ? 

 It should be here ; and how dares this 

 feast of roses and anemones, of soft air 

 and dew, of bees and birds, display itself 

 with such assurance during the most 

 pitiless month of Winter's reign ? And 

 what will Spring do, what will Spring 

 say, since all seems done, since all seems 

 said? Is it superfluous, then, and does 

 nothing await it ? No ; search carefully : 

 you shall find amid this life of unweary- 

 ing youth the work of its hand, the per- 

 fume of its breath which is younger 

 than life. Thus, there are foreign trees 

 yonder, taciturn guests, like poor rela- 



Csi 3 



