Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SPIRIT OF SPRING, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI


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THE SPIRIT OF SPRING, by                    
First Line: From the perilous, pale, silent snows
Last Line: I am spring!
Subject(s): Spring


FROM the perilous, pale, silent snows,
Like a dream from the Eastern-night's loom;
Like a star from the depth of the gloom,
Like a hope from the door of the tomb
I arise;
Till a song blossoms out from the still,
And the lights that are flecking the hill
Gather strength, overflow, and then fill
All the skies.

The clouds, when I touch them, divide,
And fall in a flutter of snow
That the tangled green vines catch below,
And the golden sun-swords prick and glow
Where they close.
I scatter dew-pearls that intwine
As they fall where the limpid lights shine,
Till the flake in the leaf-tangled vine
Is a rose.

I breathe in a half-open leaf
All the secrets that sigh through the seas,
Through the sweeps of the flowering leas,
Through the dew-dusted wings of the breeze
All unheard;
Till the life which my breath can endow
Trembles out of a sudden—and now
The half-open leaf on the bough
Is a bird.

The naiads asleep in a cloud
Fleet down by their star-strewn stair
To the calm whisp'ring water, and there
They wind the wan buds in their hair
One by one.
The prints of their rosy feet dwell
On the edge of the pale lily-bell,
And the lizard creeps out from his cell
To the sun.

Like a song dawning out of a hush,
With the sound of soft wind in my hair,
And the breath of new buds on the air,
And a vision of birds everywhere
On the wing,
I have come, with a gift of fair hours,
With the singing of birds in new bowers.
I am queen of the stars and the flowers—
I am Spring!





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