Now fades the last long streak of snow; Now bourgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drowned in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea; Where now the sea-mew pipes, or dives In yonder greening gleam, and fly The happy birds, that change their sky To build and brood, that live their lives From land to land; and in my breast Spring wakens too; and my regret Becomes an April violet, And buds and blossoms like the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO THE WATER NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN by ROBERT HERRICK THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |