All suddenly the wind comes soft, And Spring is here again; And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green, And my heart with buds of pain. My heart all Winter lay so numb, The earth so dead and frore, That I never thought the Spring would come, Or my heart wake any more. But Winter's broken and earth has woken, And the small birds cry again; And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds, And my heart puts forth its pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PERFECT UNION by MATHILDE BLIND THE ROAD OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO DUST RETURNING by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS CHARADES: 2 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE LONG DAY IN THE OPEN by EDWARD CARPENTER |