New Life (a poem for spring)

When subtle breeze has swept all bitter cover
From rot and growth, the gay and creeper,
Then does the watcher under azure hover
Have chance to view the ponderous sleeper
Wake her gentle children to the joy of Spring.
Here the queer and twisted growth of newborn life
Does often prove to be a reckless blot
Next to her sister, sweet, green, and blithe.
Whether from some rain or growth's chosen spot,
Poor watcher can only surmise, that place was born
Malicious in such purity, exaggerated in comparison
Earth's soils welcome new harmonies from beds warm
And discord swells a loathsome note to join the perfect song.