WHEN Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil, -- Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, -- And my Love's eyes. When comes the Summer, Full-leaved and strong, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, -- Sing hid, sweet honey That no bee sips; Sing red, red roses, -- And my Love's lips. When Autumn scatters The leaves again, And piled sheaves bury The broad-wheeled wain, -- Sing flutes of harvest Where men rejoice; Sing rounds of reapers, -- And my Love's voice. But when comes Winter With hail and storm, And red fire roaring And ingle warm, -- Sing first sad going Of friends that part; Then sing glad meeting, -- And my Love's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI |