IT was the Voice of Spring -- That faint, far cry -- And birds began to sing, And winds blew by. And up the blossoms got -- They knew the call: -- The blue Forget-me-not, The Lily, tall, And Mayflowers, pink and white As any lass, Sprang up, for heart's delight, Among the grass. The happy world is fain To hail the feet Of Spring, who comes again, Spring that is sweet. Let us, dear Heart, rejoice -- You, Love, and I; We, too, have heard the Voice, Our Spring is nigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT WHITSUNDAY 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |