COME, let us wander through the woodland bowers, Or seek the primrose in the lonely dale; For now the tears of April gem the flowers, That shed their balmy incense on the gale. Beside the margin of the winding stream The shepherd leads his sportive flock along; The woodlark soars to hail the morning beam, And tunes the music of his matin song. In dewy meads with flowers and verdure drest, The blooming children of the cottage play; With soft compassion spare the downy nest, And gaily carol as they rove away. Now fairy spring adorns the lovely scene, In mossy dells the fragrant violets blow; And veiled in opening leaves of tender green, Uncultured roses in profusion glow. Come, let us hail the vernal smile of morn, Delightful hour, inspiring to the muse; The redbreast warbles on the budding thorn, And every blossom shines in pearly dews. With mantling woodbine every hedge is crowned; In airy grace the sweet liburnums bend; And o'er the lawns and grassy meads around, The April showers in genial balm descend. Etherial spring ! I love thy gentle air; I love thy garlands breathing soft perfume, Entwined with azure bells and lilies fair, And early roses in luxuriant bloom. Again I rove the woodland and the glade, Again the linnet's mellow note I hear; With artless pleasure wandering in the shade, To cull the treasures of the infant year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FOREFATHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE THOMAS A KEMPIS: DE IMITATIONE CHRISTI by RICHARD ROGERS BOWKER |