Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ECHOES OF SPRING: 3, by MATHILDE BLIND


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First Line: Sometimes on my soul will throng
Last Line: All the woodland's violets sweet.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Spring


Sometimes on my soul will throng
Such a blossom-burst of song,
That I cannot seize it all,
Letting sweetest measures fall.

Thus a child feels -- sudden sunk
On a crowding violet bank,
And delighted and amazed,
Gathers in a flushed haste.

Gathers them so fast and fleet,
Little fingers cannot meet
O'er the lot; and swifter still
Than they cull, the wealth they spill.

To that sweets o'erflooded nook,
Casting back one longing look,
At the last it takes away
But one little odorous spray.

Yet through many a day and night,
Flinging back the fragrant sight,
Cleaves to face, and hands, and feet,
All the woodland's violets sweet.





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