A SYMPHONY OF SPRING 



.^ ,>.-> At first an almost insensible rustling, a scar- 



r^^;^ cell/ perceptible thrill runs through the forest , 



I- like the mysterious murmur of growing grass, 



of opening leaves and of rising sap ; — then, 



on the skirt of the coppice where the yellow 



cornelian-tree is in. full bloom, at the bottom 



of the moist valleys where the laurel unfurls 



its pink corolla, three notes burst forth, 



f^H' three joyous, quick, sharp redoubled notes : it 



is the first awakening of the songsters of the 



woods, the blackbird tliul whistles his merry song to the 



newly budding trees, like a boy let out of sc/iool shouting 



