'THE spring is here!' the primrose says; The birds exult -- 'The spring is here!' A veil of buds, desire and dear, Is thrown across the lengthening days. The furrowed field that was so brown Is faintly gray with wet green spears, Which shall be fruitful wheaten ears, The golden autumn's golden crown. The sticky chestnut-buds unfold, The almond-blossom pinkly gleams; The freshness of our childhood's dreams Is on the moor, the wood, the wold. The fat, blithe blackbirds on the lawn Rejoice to see the grass grown green; And starlings, where the thatched roofs lean, Chatter in gray and windy dawn. And spring is here -- but with the spring Come bitter winds, and cold, cold showers: Will these not slay the wakening flowers And stay the buds from blossoming? No -- in despite of wind and rain, The year will add to flowers new flowers, Till summer comes with burning hours, And all the roses live again. And we -- no chill that time can bring, No icy wind of worldly scorn, Shall ever make our souls forlorn Of this sweet promise of the spring! No cold, nor rain, nor wind is strong To slay Hope's seed our hearts within; Freedom, we know, at last shall win, Though Tyranny endures so long! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM IN THE GALLERY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 8, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ARK by NOAH CALWELL CANNON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. FLY MESSENGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |