NOTHING is so beautiful as spring -- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden. -- Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS TWO OF A KIND by WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER PSALM 104 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |