WHAT exultations in my mind From the love-bite of this Easter wind! My head thrown back, my face doth shine Like yonder Sun's, but warmer mine. A butterfly -- from who knows where? -- Comes with a stagger through the air, And, lying down, doth ope and close His wings, as babies work their toes: Perhaps he thinks of pressing tight Into his wings a little light! And many a bird hops in between The leaves he dreams of, long and green, And sings for nipple-buds that show Where the full-breasted leaves must grow. Winter is dead, and now we sing This welcome to the new-born Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW by JOHN DRYDEN IN A BYE-CANAL by HERMAN MELVILLE ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |