Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN SPRING-TIDE, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: This is the hour, the day Last Line: Blossoming-time is come -- rejoice, joice, rejoice! Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
THIS is the hour, the day, The time, the season sweet. Quick! hasten, laggard feet, Brook not delay; Love flies, youth passes, Maytide will not last; Forth, forth, while yet 'tis time, before the Spring is past. The Summer's glories shine From all her garden ground, With lilies prankt around, And roses fine; But the pink blooms or white upon the bursting trees, Primrose and violet sweet, what charm has June like these? This is the time of song. From many a joyous throat, Mute all the dull year long, Soars love's clear note; Summer is dumb, and faint with dust and heat; This is the mirthful time when every sound is sweet. Fair day of larger light, Life's own appointed hour, Young souls bud forth in white -- The world's a-flower; Thrill, youthful heart; soar upward, limpid voice; Blossoming-time is come -- rejoice, joice, rejoice! | 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 A CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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