COME out! it's Spring! The elm-trees! See! They're blossoming, All crimson-painted! Here's a flower Come open! Now with ev'ry hour There'll be fresh pollen for that bee -- Oho! No longer sleepy he! What song! What song Those greening hedges breaks along! God! There's performed in everything A miracle of throat and wing. Needs but a swallow to flit by And print its pattern on the sky. Oh! Smell this air! The wind it wanders; everywhere It plucks a scent. Ah! Exquisite The ache of Spring that comes with it! And whence it comes, or where it goes -- The troubling wind of Spring -- who knows? All now is still! The sunlight's level on the hill. There goes a furry groundling. Run! You Spring-created rascal, run! And -- hark! The blackbird's evening shout: "The Spring! The Spring! Come out! Come out!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLING MISTRESS by APHRA BEHN MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 6. THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LET US HAVE PEACE by NANCY BYRD TURNER THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. EXERCISE by JOHN ARMSTRONG |