I WALK about in driving snow, And drizzling rain, splashed o'er and o'er; No sign that radiant spring e'en now Stands at the threshold of the door. No sign that fragrant violets burn To burst the ground and quicken forth; No sign that swallow flights return, To gladden all the serious north. But in my breast -- what flutterings here! What bursts of song! what twitt'rings blest! Sure the first swallow of the year Within my heart has built her nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO FRANCIS JAMMES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES GREASING BOOTS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY A LOVER FOR DEATH by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 11. THE MAID'S STORY by GEORGE CRABBE THE SHADOW LAND by PEARL LENORE POLLARD CURRAN |