The Secret Voices

Have you heard the secret voices go whispering in your blood, Of burning wood and falling leaf and swelling Springtime flood? Have you felt the tang of lusty wind, the stinging lash of rain, As tides of Spring march down the days with summer in their train? Have you known the zest and sparkle, felt the magic in the air, And set your feet upon the road that leads to Anywhere? And seen the skirts of storm-clouds trailing over budding trees, And drunk the wine of virile life down to the very lees? Have you heard and have you known the voices of the wind, That bid a man rise up and go and follow till he find The pot of gold at the rainbow’s base, Or a secret dream in a hidden place.... Have you heard the secret voices whispering that Spring has come, Calling you to rise and follow till you walk into the sun?