THE wintry storms are over, The winds are lull'd to rest; Spring is tripping o'er the meads With violets on her breast. The daisy shy is peeping Up from the fresh green sod; The lark on high is singing A hymn of praise to God. The sportive stream is dancing And singing through the dell, Where children gather cresses Beside the fairy well. Primrose pale and hyacinth blue In sweet profusion blow, And feath'ry ferns are waving Around the blossom'd sloe. Blithesome lambs are gamb'ling O'er meadow, lea, and hill, And minnow shoals are swarming In every sunny rill. The woodland glades are ringing With trilling, tuneful notes, Poured out in love and gladness From thousand warbling throats. Fragrant birch and scented briar Are breathing in the breeze, And May her blossom'd banner hangs Upon the hawthorn trees. Nature in her sweetest mood Has sown the earth with flowers— Drawn from the founts of dew, her hands The vernal treasure pours. How sweet, how pure the pleasure— How little understood— To trace Thy hand in nature, Thou Giver of all good! Thy glory in the sunshine, Thy beauty in the flowers, Thy bounty in the springing corn, And balmy April showers. Nature, fair in every phase, The changing seasons bring, Is fairest in the vernal flush— The garniture of Spring. Hers is the promise of the year, The dawn of virgin charms, The fair young bride soon sleeping In Summer's glowing arms. Summer! lily-crowned and rich In myriad rosy blooms, Charming the eye, and shedding A thousand sweet perfumes— Yet, queenly Summer! never To thee my muse can sing The strains, so sweet and tender, That hail the budding Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE VALLEY OF THE ELWY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AT ELLIS ISLAND by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS RACHEL by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III OSTRA by ELLEN FRANCES BALDWIN |