THE breezes sweep like fairy brooms Over the fire of crocus-blooms; The snowdrops white have left their tombs, And Spring's a-coming! Soon will the lilac-trees unfold The hidden blossoms that they hold, Laburnums shake their clustered gold, And bees be humming. O wondrous world, that, year by year, Grows still more beautiful and dear, In spite of grief and pain! how clear Thy heavens are laughing! How sweet the air, how warm the sun, How bright the brimming rivers run, Dimpled by fishes one by one The sunshine quaffing! There's many a heart to-day must ache, Or in the spring-tide glory break, Though sunbeams all the flowers awake, Soft kisses giving: But light and love may others heal Until, with slow surprise, they feel A Master-hand to-day unseal The joy of living! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |