A BECKONING spirit of gladness seemed afloat, That lightly danced in laughing air before us: The earth was all in tune, and you a note Of Nature's happy chorus. 'Twas like a vernal morn, yet overhead The leafless boughs across the lane were knitting: The ghost of some forgotten Spring, we said, O'er Winter's world comes flitting. Or was it Spring herself, that, gone astray, Across the unsentried frontier chose to tarry? Or just a bold outrider of the May, Or April-emissary? The apparition faded on the air, Capricious and incalculable comer. -- Wilt thou too pass, and leave my chill days bare, And fall'n my phantom Summer? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON INSCRIPTIONS: 8 by MARK AKENSIDE RIVER OF SEVILLE by AL-KUTANDI THE CATERPILLAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NIGHT IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD QUATORZAINS: 10. TO POESY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |