O million-singing comes the May And whose dumb heart but wakes and thrills? Now, as of old, the break of-day Sings through the heart as through the hills— New spirit and new day are born— Yea, in our souls great suns arise With flame more glorious than the morn Lit with sun-centred skies! O we have watched the blossoms slip Through hills of sunniest silent green, And when at morn the bluebirds drip Dew on wet logs, our eyes have seen— Yea, marked the unmowed meadow tremble Through a million blades of grass new-born— Yea, heard the birds of song assemble The beauty of the morn! But there is one thing I have seen That shall be held within the heart, When all that deepens into green Or blooms in bright blue shall depart— It was a hill that blossomed rich With buds of an all-lovelier hue Than the wild spring-things that bewitch Each year our souls anew! Lo, in the park, and up the lawn, And laughing in the leafiness, And fresh with all the fragrant dawn, And dancing in gay gala dress, Our city children loosed to skies, A thousand little souls laid bare To all the gales of Paradise That wandered through their hair. O loveliness more absolute Than bird or bough or beast or bud, O pure sweet splendors that transmute May's unsoul'd marvellous full flood Into a something lit with God! O gazing where they danced and ran I knew then why earth's blossoming sod Had given birth to man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 8. THE CABLE HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES |