The Season Has Shed its Mantle

The season has shed its mantle
of wind, cold and rain,
And has clothed itsef in embroidery
In gleaming sunshine, bright and fair.

There is no animal or bird
That does not sing or call in its own tongue:
The season has shed its mantle!

Stream, fountain and brook
Bear, as handsome livery,
Silver drops of goldsmith 's work;
Everyone puts on new garments:
The season has shed its mantle.