BLOSSOMS as old as May I scatter here, And a blue wave I lifted from the stream. It shall not know when winter days are drear Or March is hoarse with blowing. But a-dream The laurel boughs shall hold a canopy Peacefully over it the winter long, Till all the birds are back from oversea, And April rainbows win a blackbird's song. And when the war is over I shall take My lute a-down to it and sing again Songs of the whispering things amongst the brake, And those I love shall know them by their strain. Their airs shall be the blackbird's twilight song, Their words shall be all flowers with fresh dews hoar. -- But it is lonely now in winter long, And, God! to hear the blackbird sing once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT BRONX, 1818 by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |