Oh, soft sweet air of early spring, Again thou float'st on viewless wing, Coax'st snowdrops their white bells to ring, And wak'st the blackbird up to sing. Again, upon the bright'ning lea, Beneath the budding bursting tree, The toddling baby-mites I see, Skip, jump, and frisk in lamb-like glee. But I am sad, I know not why; My breast heaves with the long-drawn sigh; The tear rounds slowly in mine eye; I'd like to lay me down and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY FATHER by WILLIAM SYDNEY GRAHAM FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 104 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 57. AL-HAMID by EDWIN ARNOLD |