Soft as the bed in the earth where a stone has lain -- so soft, so smooth and so cool Spring closes me in with her arms and her hands. Rich as the smell of new earth on a stone that has lain breathing the damp through its pores -- Spring closes me in with her blossomy hair brings dark to my eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IN AND OUT OF CHURCH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 76 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN MEMORIAM W.M. & E.B.J. by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |