Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING, by FRANK WILMOT Poet's Biography First Line: I smelt the wind from heidelberg to-day Last Line: The flames of this green fire? Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
I SMELT the wind from Heidelberg to-day, Where the slow Yarra flashing through the trees, And yellow, gleaming wattle by the way Bring many a truant shopman out to pay His tardy homage to the witcheries. Out Eltham way I saw a pool last year, With frowning sunset shadows, flecked with blue From a fast darkening sky; do those severe Brown shadows fold it now? ... or did I hear The whispers of the pale greens breaking through? Oh! how the warm sun's rays enfold, and fill The desultory spirit with desire! And you, my love -- does the ineffable thrill Burn in your soul as blaze on tree and hill The flames of this green fire? | 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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