WHEN Spring, with blossom-haunted lanes, With sudden gusts of rippling rains, Came dancing down the glad young year, How soon my heart forgot its fear! When I had heard the lyric note That floated from the robin's throat, How soon the sad song in my breast Sought a deep silence, a deep rest! Now who had dreamed the April rain Could cleanse a heart of all its pain? And who had thought one little bird Could hush a soul's discordant word? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON |