FROM the perilous, pale, silent snows, Like a dream from the Eastern-night's loom; Like a star from the depth of the gloom, Like a hope from the door of the tomb I arise; Till a song blossoms out from the still, And the lights that are flecking the hill Gather strength, overflow, and then fill All the skies. The clouds, when I touch them, divide, And fall in a flutter of snow That the tangled green vines catch below, And the golden sun-swords prick and glow Where they close. I scatter dew-pearls that intwine As they fall where the limpid lights shine, Till the flake in the leaf-tangled vine Is a rose. I breathe in a half-open leaf All the secrets that sigh through the seas, Through the sweeps of the flowering leas, Through the dew-dusted wings of the breeze All unheard; Till the life which my breath can endow Trembles out of a sudden—and now The half-open leaf on the bough Is a bird. The naiads asleep in a cloud Fleet down by their star-strewn stair To the calm whisp'ring water, and there They wind the wan buds in their hair One by one. The prints of their rosy feet dwell On the edge of the pale lily-bell, And the lizard creeps out from his cell To the sun. Like a song dawning out of a hush, With the sound of soft wind in my hair, And the breath of new buds on the air, And a vision of birds everywhere On the wing, I have come, with a gift of fair hours, With the singing of birds in new bowers. I am queen of the stars and the flowers— I am Spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OPPORTUNITY by NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |