Thro' the deep drifts the south wind breathed its way Down to the earth's green face; the air grew warm, The snow-drops had regain'd their lonely charm; The world had melted round them in a day: My full heart long'd for violets - the blue arch Of heaven - the blackbird's song - but Nature kept Her stately order - Vegetation slept - Nor could I force the unborn sweets of March Upon a winter's thaw. With eyes that brook'd A narrower prospect than my fancy crav'd, Upon the golden aconites I look'd, And on the leafless willows as they wav'd - And on the broad-leav'd, half-thaw'd ivy-tod, That glitter'd, dripping down upon the sod. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP by ROBERT BROWNING THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT PREJUDICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THRENOS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |