SPRINGTIME, O Springtime, what is your essence, The lilt of a bulbul, the laugh of a rose, The dance of the dew on the wings of a moonbeam, The voice of the zephyr that sings as he goes, The hope of a bride or the dream of a maiden Watching the petals of gladness unclose? Springtime, O Springtime, what is your secret, The bliss at the core of your magical mirth, That quickens the pulse of the morning to wonder And hastens the seeds of all beauty to birth, That captures the heavens and conquers to blossom The roots of delight in the heart of the earth? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE DREARY CHANGE by WALTER SCOTT A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |