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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A TOUCH OF NATURE, by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Last Line: And inarticulate ardors of the vine.
Subject(s): Holidays; Trees
First Line: When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Last Line: And inarticulate ardors of the vine.
Subject(s): Holidays; Trees
WHEN first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould,
And folded green things in dim woods unclose
Their crinkled spears, a sudden tremor goes
Into my veins and makes me kith and kin
To every wild-born thing that thrills and blows.
Sitting beside this crumbling sea-coal fire,
Here in the city's ceaseless roar and din,
Far from the brambly paths I used to know,
Far from the rustling brooks that slip and shine
Where the Neponset alders take their glow,
I share the tremulous sense of bud and briar
And inarticulate ardors of the vine.
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