THROUGH all my days I shall be glad of this; That spring, that May and April weather, too, Was shared, Most-Dear, was sweetly shared with you, And so the vernal time had double bliss. For April walks in white along the land, In blossomed white and pink and strange dim green; There is no seemlier presence, Love, I ween, Than April, bursting buds on every hand. And May, with fuller revelry of scent And sound and sight, down corridors of Pan, She surely must make joy for any man With soul bewitched by spring's soft wonderment. But, oh, when this spring magic is a frame For love-of-two, when you and I may see Clear, shining skies and flowers whose jocundry Mounts high and higher like some irised flame; Can catch our breath at summer drawing near So innocently we are fain to smile, Knowing such rapture is for no long while, Yet knowing briefness makes it twofold dear; Then all the beauty of these lyric days Cries out so poignantly it strikes us dumb, -- A more than spring-like ecstasy has come To lay a hand upon the lips of praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ANDRE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES MY JEWEL CASE by BESSE BURNETT BELL |