THE blackbird sits and pipes his love-notes clear In yon dark tracery of budding sprays, Sharply defined against the distant haze, But soon 'mid fresh green leaves to disappear: Now soft, now keen, the wind breathes hope and fear, While with unsheltered almond flowers It plays: The skies are sad, remembering winter days, But birds and blossoms know that Spring is here. I, too, foresee her glory, and rejoice; Though to my heart she comes in wintry guise, Dark-robed, slow-stepping; for in eye and voice Are promises of music and of light, And I can wait till smiles shall come for sighs, And golden hues for grey, and bloom for blight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |