ALL my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the brightly Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom, Hushed as snow-hid grove but now, Breaketh into leaf and blossom Like a gleaming vernal bough. Oh the singing, singing, singing! Callow hopes that thrill my breast! Can the lark of love be winging Back to its abandoned nest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ON THE MANTLEPIECE by JAMES LANE ALLEN MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA THE WANDERING JEW by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THIEPVAL WOOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAY OF THE BROWN ROSARY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE FUGITIVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |