Now stirs the sap in the elm and the maple,
Tiny leaves spring from the willow and oak;
It is thy hand that has loosened the river,
It was thy voice that so tenderly spoke. Nothing in nature could dream of refusing;
All have obeyed thy inaudible call;
Gently and lovingly, Balder the Beautiful,
Does thy glad smile shed its light over all. Come to my heart, O thou god of the springtime!
Under thy smile let the winter depart;
Melt out the snows that so often have chilled me,
Breathe on the flowers that bud in my heart.