In Utah Becky's place I drank a toast to spring, And a farmer lad with a priest's face Said this owlish thing: "How, when the heart is leaping Can the hand sow for reaping? Drink me no toast to spring! Spring is a young man's foe. When larks and lasses sing How can a young man hoe? How, when the wind is warming 'Tend strict the farming? Each year I am afraid Since I was twenty I shall go wed a maid And troubles plenty, And then, to tamp my larder I must plow harder. If you must waste the wine, Drink to the year's cold end; Spring is no friend of mine. Spring is an old man's friend." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WHISTLE OF THE TRAIN by LEVI BISHOP SONG: NOT A WORD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO L.E.L. ON THE DEATH OF FELICIA HEMANS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |