O DAY of God, thou bringest back The singing of the birds, With music for the hearts that lack, More musical than words! Thou meltest now the frozen deep Where dreaming love lay bound, Thou wakest life in buds asleep, And joy in skies that frowned. Not yet may almond-blossoms dare A wintry world to bless; Still do the trees their beauty wear Of glorious nakedness: But clouds are riven with the light Of old unclouded days, And Love unfolds to longing sight His sweet and silent ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |