I AM so blithe and glad to-day! At morn I heard a bluebird sing, The bluebird, warbling soul of spring, Herald of all the choirs of May! And I knew the violets under the tree Would listen and haste the bird to see, And the wind-flower lift its rose-veined cup In the leaves of the old year buried up, And all the delicate buds that bloom By the moss-beds, deep in the forest gloom, Would stir in their slumber, and catch the strain, And welcome the warm, unfolding rain — For spring is here when the bluebird sings, And stays in the maple his glossy wings, And the blast may blow and the sleet may fall, But a song of the sun is heard in all. I am so blithe and glad to-day! Monadnock still is white with snow; But when the bluebird sings I know Full swift the hours lead on to May! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BE TRUE [THYSELF] by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH |