ONCE more the changed year's turning wheel returns; And as a girl sails balanced in the wind, And now before and now again behind Stoops as it swoops, with cheek that laughs and burns,-- So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom to-day the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem The white cup shrivels round the golden heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 122 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 42 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |