WHAT is there wanting in the Spring? The air is soft as yesteryear; The happy-nested green is here, And half the world is on the wing. The morning beckons, and like balm Are westward waters blue and calm. Yet something's wanting in the Spring. What is it wanting in the Spring? O April, lover to us all, What is so poignant in thy thrall When children's merry voices ring? What haunts us in the cooing dove More subtle than the speech of Love, What nameless lack or loss of Spring? Let Youth go dally with the Spring, Call her the dear, the fair, the young; And all her graces ever sung Let him, once more rehearsing, sing. They know, who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS TWELVE SONNETS: 7. PERFECT UNION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) STORY OF A BLACKBIRD by ALICE CARY LOVE CANNOT DIE by PHOEBE CARY SERENE by JACQUES GEORGES CLEMENCEAU LE CLERQ AT A FAIR by GEORGE DOUGLAS HOWARD COLE |