ALL that long, mad March day, in the dull town, I had a thought of May -- alas, alas! The dogwood boughs made whiteness up and down; The daffodils were burning in the grass; And there were bees astir in lane and street, And scent of lilacs blowing tall and lush; While hey, the wind, that pitched its voice so sweet, It seemed an angel talked behind each bush! The west grew very golden, roofs turned black. I saw one star above the gables bare. The door flew open. Love, you had come back. I held my arms; you found the old way there. In its old place you laid your yellow head, And at your kiss the mad March weather fled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO MR. BOWRING ON HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SHUT OUT by KATHARINE LEE BATES |