"When the hill-side breaks into green, every hollow of blue shade, every curve of tuft, and plume and tendril, every broken sunbeam on spray of young leaves is @3new! No spring is a representation of any former spring!@1" -- GOETHE. A SOFTENING of the misty heaven, A subtle murmur in the air; The electric flash through coverts old Of many a shy wing, touched with gold; The stream's unmuffled voice, that calls, Now shrill and clear, now silvery low, As if a fairy flutc did blow Above the sylvan waterfalls; Each mellowed sound, each quivering wing Heralds the happy-hearted Spring: Earth's best beloved is drawing near. Amid the deepest woodland dells, So late forlornly cold and drear, Wafts of mild fervor, procreant breaths Of gentle heat, unclose the sheaths Of fresh-formed buds on bower and tree; A spirit of soft revival looks Coyly from out the young-leaved nooks, Just dimpling into greenery; Through flashes of faint primrose bloom, Through delicate gleam and golden gloom, The wonder of the world draws near. On some dew-sprinkled, cloudless morn, She, in her full-blown joyance rare, Will pass beyond her Orient gate, Smiling, serene, calmly elate, All garmented in light and grace: Her footsteps on the hills shall shine In beauty, and her matchless face Make the fair vales of earth divine. O goddess of the azure eyes, The deep, deep charm that never dies, Delay not long, delay not long! Come clad in perfume, glad with song, Breathe on me from thy perfect lips, Lest mine be closed, and death's eclipse Rise dark between Me and thine advent, tender queen, Albeit thou art so near, so near! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CONSOLATION OF PHILOSOPHY: BOOK 3 by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |