IN the spring I have leaned me full close to the bark of a tree, To know if its heart were athrob with spring passion and glee, And found that its longing was like to the longing in me. In the spring I have bent to the odorous lips of a rose, Await for the summer her virginal heart to unclose. And found her full fain of the spring-tide that blossoms and blows. In the spring I have harked to the bountiful song of a bird Outbreathing his joyance as plainly as ever man heard, Albeit his bliss be not caught in a crystalline word. And so, when they tell me the bird-song, the rose, and the beat In the turbulent heart of the tree are senseless though sweet Revealments of Nature, spring-stirred by the spirit of heat, I laugh in my heart as one laugheth who knoweth the best; And never I trust to such testaments cold, but I rest In the secrets the bird and the rose and the tree have confessed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE HERETIC: 3. MOCKERY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |