I BURIED my heart so deep, so deep, Under a secret hill of pain, And said, "O broken pitiful thing, Even the magic spring Shall ne'er awake thee to life again, Tho' March woods glimmer with opal rain And passionate koels sing." The kimshuks burst into dazzling flower, The seemuls burgeoned in crimson pride, The palm-groves shone with the oriole's wing, The koels began to sing, And soft clouds broke in a twinkling tide ... My heart leapt up in its grave and cried, @3"Is it the spring, the spring?"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |