O Hearts awake, the fields are all aglow With buttercups run through them like a flame, The apple-trees have buds like flakes of snow, And flocks of wild, sweet birds no Spring can tame. Theirs are the only songs I care to know— The sweetest songs that have no words or name. O Hearts! go forth as birds do, even so, And sing your joy out boldly, without shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |