The willows are all golden now, And grief is past and olden now; To the wild heart There comes a start Will help it and embolden now. The birch tips are all slender now; The April light is tender now; And the soft skies Are calm and wise With vision of new splendour now. The streets are full of gladness now, -- Forget their look of sadness now; While up and down The flowery town Comes back the old spring madness now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES |