William Sydney Walker - Return of Spring lyrics

I looked for thy return, belovéd spring! As with a sick man's wish, I pined for thee, A weak and fretful longing; for to me, I thought, thy coming would renewal bring Of powers and loves, now slowly perishing; Thy soft clear sun, thy buds on ground and tree Opening, the glad tumultuous melody Of thy young birds, each new and lovely thing Within my breast the selfsame joy would wake They waked of old. O fond! to deem the spell Of outward beauty could have power to make Him happy, in whose heart the living well Of happiness is dried! Thou camest at last And, ere I felt thy presence, thou wast past.