"When approached by the fair dewy fingers of Spring, Swelling buds open first, and look gay, When the birds on the boughs by their mates sit and sing, And are danced by the breeze on each spray: When gently descending, the rain in soft showers, With its moisture refreshes the ground, And the drops, as they hang on the plants and the flowers, Like rich gems breathe a lustre around: When the wood-pigeons sit on the branches and coo, And the cuckoo proclaims with his voice, That Nature marks this for the season to woo, And for all that can love to rejoice: In a cottage at night may I spend all my time, In the fields and the meadows all day, With a maiden whose charms are as yet in their prime, Young as April and blooming as May." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATER IN EXTREMIS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |