And the second month of the year Puts heart in the earth again. P. B. MARSTON. ALREADY the feet of the Winter fly, And the pulse of the Earth begins to leap, Waking up from her frozen sleep, And knowing the beautiful Spring is nigh. Good Saint Valentine wanders by, Pausing his festival gay to keep; Already the feet of the Winter fly, And the pulse of the Earth begins to leap. To life she wakes; and a smile and a sigh -- Language the scoffer holds so cheap -- Thrill her with melody dear and deep. Spring, with its mating time is nigh; Already the feet of the Winter fly, And the pulse of the Earth begins to leap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON HEARING OF INTENTION .. TO PURCHASE THE POET'S FREEDOM by GEORGE MOSES HORTON SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BISHOP HATTO [AND THE RATS] by ROBERT SOUTHEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 6. HYMN TO CHEERFULNESS by MARK AKENSIDE |