Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES TO SPRING, by LOU D. GREENLEE First Line: Though drab and weary from late winter's reign Last Line: Her magic web, is serenading spring. Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
Though drab and weary from late Winter's reign, The humble mosses whisper to the root; The unborn life now quickens in the shoot; The sap bestirs to urgent life again. The joyous aftermath of childbirth pain Shows brighter floral wealth than jewelled loot; And elfin note of Pan, piped on his flute, Awakes the dormant plants that long have lain. The vagrant moisture drips from patient eaves. The new-washed earth her rich aromas bring. Fom where the tree has promised sheltering leaves The robin cocks his saucy head to sing; And Mother Nature, joyous as she weaves Her magic web, is serenading Spring. | 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 THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |
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