Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SPRING, BELOVED, by ESTHER MORTON SMITH First Line: Young spring is here! I stepped without to Last Line: With dew and sunlight in her out-flung hand. Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
Young spring is here! I stepped without to meet her, So young, so shy, and oh, so very fair. Scarce gave she pause for my glad heart to greet her, Ere she had vanished like a breath of air. But one swift rapturous glance on all around her She flashed; the willows sensed her eager touch, The shy arbutus knew that she had found her And loosed the bonds of winter's icy clutch; And in the greening meadows frogs are trilling While warm drops melt the last, late-lingering snow; Eerie and far away their song comes thrilling My heart with magic things of long ago. Oh, spring is here! The youngest and the sweetest And most elusive of the sisters fair, Whose footfall is the lightest and the fleetest, Her voice the softest and her smile most rare. Far fled, today, those sullen clouds, snow-laden, Those icy tempests roaring down the land, For spring is here, O heart-enthralling maiden, With dew and sunlight in her out-flung hand. | 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 |
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