CHILDREN, my children, the spring wakes anew, And calls through the dawn and the daytime For flower-like and fleet-footed maidens like you, To share in the joy of its play-time. O'er hill-side and valley, through garden and grove, Such exquisite anthems are ringing Where rapturous bulbul and maina and dove Their carols of welcome are singing. I know where the ivory lilies unfold In brooklets half-hidden in sedges, And the air is aglow with the blossoming gold Of thickets and hollows and hedges. I know where the dragon-flies glimmer and glide, And the plumes of wild peacocks are gleaming, Where the fox and the squirrel and timid fawn hide And the hawk and the heron lie dreaming. The earth is ashine like a humming-bird's wing, And the sky like a kingfisher's feather, O come, let us go and play with the spring Like glad-hearted children together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A TURKISH LEGEND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I COME FORTH FROM THE DARKNESS by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE COMING OF THE LORD by EDWARD CARPENTER |