WHEN spring-time prospers in the grass, And fills the vales with tender bloom, And light winds whisper as they pass Of sunnier days to come: In spite of all the joy she brings To flood and field, to hill and grove, This is the song my spirit sings, -- More light, more life, more love! And when, her time fulfilled, she goes So gently from her vernal place, And meadow wide and woodland glows With sober summer grace: When on the stalk the ear is set, With all the harvest promise bright, My spirit sings the old song yet, -- More love, more life, more light. When stubble takes the place of grain, And shrunken streams steal slow along, And all the faded woods complain Like one who suffers wrong; When fires are lit, and everywhere The pleasures of the household rife, My song is solemnized to prayer, -- More love, more light, more life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP CROMEK SPEAKS by WILLIAM BLAKE THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DESERT WIND by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |