O FESTAL Spring! 'midst thy victorious glow, Far-spreading o'er the kindled woods and plains, And streams, that bound to meet thee from their chains, Well might there lurk the shadow of a woe For human hearts, and in the exulting flow Of thy rich songs a melancholy tone, Were we of mould all earthly -- @3we@1 alone, Severed from thy great spell, and doomed to go Farther, still farther, from our sunny time, Never to feel the breathings of our prime, Never to flower again! But we, O Spring! Cheered by deep spirit-whispers not of earth, Press to the regions of thy heavenly birth, As here thy flowers and birds press on to bloom and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PARTING by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE NEW JERUSALEM by AUGUSTINE MEMORY by AMANDA LUELLA BARLOW PSALM 87 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |