I pressed mine ear close to the warm, brown earth, And heard the myriad tiny stirs of life— Seeds bursting, and the manifold soft strife Of groping roots, and things just come to birth Pressing the loam aside. And, in the dearth Of green, each little folded leaf seemed rife With beauty and the promise of new life, A wealth of hope beyond all Summer's worth. And seeds which I had treasured long ago Within my breast, long withered up and dry, Swelled with the moisture of the melting snow And frost of doubt; and under faith's clear sky, There woke in each the spirit of the Spring, And all my heart prepared for blossoming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY SONNET: 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |