WHAT was it made me drop the spade and lift me head to look again? Was it blowing of the West wind or a bird-song true? (Oh Red-breast, how you sang it till the bough beneath you shook again.) "Ah, Spring's come back to Kerry, lad, and all the world's made new." @3Then it's "Hi Terry, Ho Terry, here's the open road for you. Leave the old men have the roof and hug the chimney seat." Then it's "Hi Terry, Ho Terry, here's a tinker's load for you -- A ragged coat, a merry heart, and dancing in your feet."@1 Sure, all the little willow trees have on their veils o' green again, All the little, clacking brooks are urging as they run. They're calling me, they're coaxing me, "O, follow now we're seen again, And Spring's come back to Kerry with the West wind and the Sun." @3Then it's, "Hi Terry, Ho Terry, here's a tinker's meal for you -- The sound of singing fiddles at the cross roads the day, The lightest feet the parish round tripping through the reel for you; Ah, clap a primrose in your cap and throw the spade away."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING SONG, FR. ZAPOLYA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS II PETER II 22 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A DAY IN THE CASTLE OF ENVY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DIVAGATOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS by ANNE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: EROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |