SETTING my bulbs arow In cold earth under the grasses, Till the frost and the snow Are gone and the Winter passes— Sudden a foot-fall light, Sudden a bird-call ringing; And these in gold and in white Shall rise with a sound of winging; Airy and delicate all, All go trooping and dancing At Spring's call and foot-fall, Airily dancing, advancing. In the dark of the year, Turning the earth so chilly, I look to the day of cheer, Primrose and daffodilly. Turning the sods and the clay, I think on the poor sad people Hiding their dead away In the churchyard, under the steeple. All poor women and men, Broken-hearted and weeping, Their dead they call on in vain, Quietly smiling and sleeping. Friends, now listen and hear, Give over crying and grieving, There shall come a day and a year When the dead shall be as the living. There shall come a call, a foot-fall, And the golden trumpeters blowing Shall stir the dead with their call, Bid them be rising and going. Then in the daffodil weather Lover shall run to lover; Friends all trooping together; Death and Winter be over. Laying my bulbs in the dark, Visions have I of hereafter. Lip to lip, breast to breast, hark! No more weeping, but laughter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |