Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING SONG, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Now I am made strange again Last Line: I let the whole earth shine and grow. Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
Now I am made strange again With the old-time wildness. Spring, that loves the hearts of men, Save me by thy mildness. Nay, thou art not mild! Thou art not any child. Untamed art thou and swift to run, Exquisite -- savage as the sun. A golden beast, in jungles of warm air I make my natural lair. Last night, in forests of the wind I kept my watch and ranged. With haughty eyes I viewed my kind, Magnificent, estranged. We are not gentle in our mood When the great Spring takes our blood, But passionate and fretful, And of mankind forgetful. 'T is then we must be free! The daughter of the sky and wood, Let no one lay a hand on me. Nay, touch me not in Spring! Hardly look my way! A glance is such a heavy thing, -- I need no friends to-day! In Summer maybe I 'II grow still And bide because I love. There's no will now save my will, My soul is fain to rove. Always with the Spring Comes the thought of journeying, Mixed with the subtlest languor hat would advise me to the ground Thereon to lie as soft as sound That in its bosom stirs. And so I do, -- until at length Grown primitive with anger That has no source save youth and joy and strength, I run and shout 'twixt earth and sky, And Ring them from me and defy. Being in need of prey, Made boastful with the Spring one day, To the granite rock that stood my way, "Bubble, bubble, blue and gray," Quoth I; "If I should touch you with my hand, How you would quiver from the land! I could make earth, sky, and seas Tremble from me like the breeze." Then everything grew soft and fair Breathed Out of visible air; And then, because I loved it so, I let the whole earth shine and grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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