RISE from your bed for the Spring is born this morning; Yonder in the dell a rosy veil's adrift; All the garden thrills and sings; the sun upon your window Dazzles like a laughing face when eyelids lift. Yonder on the trellis arch the crimson roses cluster, Making heaven redolent with soft, sweet breath; All alone the vine is bare, and mid the bursting flowers Creeps along the ancient wall, a snake in death. Round the laden lilac-trees rustle in their swarming Butterflies and blue flies amid the bloom; And the wild wood hyacinth chiming on its belfry Rouses love that lay asleep in forest gloom. Now that April sows abroad her troop of ox-eye daisies, Leave your heavy cloak behind, and hark how sweet Sings the bird that calls you, your sister periwinkles Smiling up into your eyes from eyes that greet. Come, come away! for the springs are clear at morning; Nay, dear, wait no longer for the hot noon hour; Fain would I wander while the meadows still are dewy, Telling of my love for you where fruit-trees flow'r. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 6. THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS QUATORZAINS: 8. TO SILENCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FRANCESCA DA RIMINI by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |