COME ye so early, Days of delight? Making the hill-side Blithesome and bright? Merrily, merrily, Little brooks rush, Down by the meadow, Under the bush. Welkin and hill-top, Azure and cool; Fishes are sporting In streamlet and pool. Birds of gay feather Flit through the grove, Singing together, Ditties of love. Busily coming From moss-cover'd bowers, Brown bees are humming, Questing for flowers. Lightsome emotion, Life everywhere; Faint wafts of fragrance Scenting the air. Now comes there sounding A sough of the breeze, Shakes through the thicket, Sinks in the trees. Sinks, but returning, It ruffles my hair; Aid me this rapture, Muses, to bear! Know ye the passion That stirs in me here? Yestre'en at gloaming Was I with my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 17. THE DIFFICULT ADVENTURE by PHILIP AYRES ODE TO THE RIVER TEIGN by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE THE FASHIONS, 1806 by LEWIS BEACH |