Sweethearts Of The Year - Richard Mitchley

Sweethearts Of The Year by Vachel Lindsay

Sweetheart Spring

Our Sweetheart Spring came softly

Her gliding hands were fire

Her lilac breath upon our cheeks

Consumed us with desire

By her our God began to build

Began to sow and till

He laid foundations in our loves

For every good and ill

We asked Him not for blessing

We asked Him not for pain

Still to the just and unjust

He sent His fire and rain