COME, sweetheart, listen, for I have a thing Most wonderful to tell you -- news of spring. Albeit winter still is in the air, And the earth troubled, and the branches bare, Yet down the fields to-day I saw her pass -- The spring -- her feet went shining through the grass. She touched the ragged hedgerows -- I have seen Her finger-prints, most delicately green; And she has whispered to the crocus leaves, And to the garrulous sparrows in the eaves. Swiftly she passed and shyly, and her fair Young face was hidden in her cloudy hair. She would not stay, her season is not yet, But she has reawakened, and has set The sap of all the world astir, and rent Once more the shadows of our discontent. Triumphant news -- a miracle I sing -- The everlasting miracle of spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR TO FLUSH, MY DOG by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MAY AND DEATH by ROBERT BROWNING PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN |