The time is past - that time of little cheer, When all the hedgerows ran in naked lines; And all the leafless landscape, far and near, Seem'd a rough sketch, to foil the celandines; 'Tis morn - 'tis May! arouse thy drooping powers, Sing of the bright June-roses ere they come, Anticipate the Summer's blowing flowers, Till thy sweet words seem bursting into bloom; Dear poet-exile! greet the year's advance! Yield not to grief, but with a hymn of praise Salute the season and these cloudless days; And, when the sunset shall constrain thy gaze, Then, with the closing flowers and setting rays, Bemoan the sorrows and defeats of France. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE CONTINUOUS PERFORMANCE by BERTON BRALEY |