Spring Poem by Salomeja Neris

Sweet spring!
The lilac soon will burst in bloom.
The stream again strikes up a tune.
The southern breeze is flying high
And driving clouds across the sky.

Sweet spring!
The birch-tree twig awakes in bud.
Its rising sap is my own blood.
A thrill of freedom long concealed
Sweeps like a wind across the field.

It sails the sky on white cloud-pillows,
It sways upon the weeping willows,
Then darts with swallows through the field
That thrill of freedom now revealed.

The bell a hundred times will ring
Of love and joy, delights of spring:
Be gay and happy, earthly brother!

The wind-winged heart is leaping farther:
It shuns lone paths across the fields
When to that freedom thrill it yields.