O full-voiced herald of immaculate Spring, With clarion gladness striking every tree To answering raptures, as a resonant sea Fills rock-bound shores with thunders echoing -- O thou, each beat of whose tempestuous wing Shakes the long winter-sleep from hill and lea, And rouses with loud reckless jubilant glee The birds that have not dared as yet to sing: O Wind that comest with prophetic cries, Hast thou indeed beheld the face that is The joy of poets and the glory of birds -- Spring's face itself: hast thou 'neath bluer skies Met the warm lips that are the gates of bliss, And heard June's leaf-like murmur of sweet words? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |