A sunny spring day stirs the speaker’s senses, with birdsong and crisp air flooding the world. In that sudden brightness, an old memory of love wakes up sharp and clear — he realises how deeply he once cared. The bare fields and still-leafless trees seem to pulse with the same strange thrill, as his earliest experience of affection mingles with the first subtle scent of the season. It’s a tender, half-aching mood, as if the landscape itself is charged with longing. Then the closing lines turn inward with a quiet, almost playful doubt: are birds, sun, and spring so powerful that love itself might be nothing more than a passing response to the weather? The wonder is left hanging, a gentle questioning beneath the freshness.
Spring Song — Summary
THE air was full of sun and birds, The fresh air sparkled clearly. Remembrance wakened in my heart And I knew I loved her dearly.
The fallows and the leafless trees And all my spirit tingled. My earliest thought of love, and Spring's First puff of perfume mingled.
In my still heart the thoughts awoke, Came lone by lone together - Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love A mere affair of weather?