midnight
Oh , despicable , paltering coward ! Spring in the Yukon ! Majestic mountains crowned with immemorial snow ! The mad midnight melodies of birds ! From the kindly stars to the leaves of grass that glimmer in the wind , a world pregnant with joy , a land jewel-bright and virgin-sweet ! After the obsession of the long , long night , Spring leaps into being with a sudden sun-thrilled joy , a radiant uplift . The shy emerald mantles the valleys and fledges the heights ; the pussy-willows tremble by lake and stream ; the wild crocus brims the hollows with a haze of violet ; trailing his last ragged pennants of snow on the hills , winter makes his sullen retreat .