THESE rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear, Did I not know, that, in the early spring, When wild March winds upon their errands sing, Thou wouldst return, bursting on this still air, Like those same winds, when, startled from their lair, They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks From icy cares, even as thy clear looks Bid my heart bloom, and sing, and break all care: When drops with welcome rain the April day, My flowers shall find their April in thine eyes, Save there the rain in dreamy clouds doth stay, As loath to fall out of those happy skies; Yet sure, my love, thou art most like to May, That comes with steady sun when April dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT THE SUNLIT VALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 1 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |