HOW I have watched thy coming, Spring, From back in March, thy first-born day, When smiles, all meaningless and strange, Would twist thy face and pass away; Such as will cross the faces of Our babes before they grow to love, Or wonder at the new-made light -- To this, thy great, all-smiling hour, When thou hast soul and sight. How I have waited for this day, When thou, sweet Spring, art three weeks' old; And I can hear that strange, sweet voice, To seal the wonder of thy world; That lifts the heart of old and young To sing an echo to that song Which cries "cuckoo" in every grove; When I, who did but smile before, Must laugh outright for love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE by JOHANNES ROBERT BECHER NORTHERN LIGHTS by EINAR BENEDIKTSSON THE NUN AT COURT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |