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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRIMORDIAL SPRINGS, by JOACHIM GASQUET Poet's Biography
First Line: Where are you sleeping, springtime of the world?
Last Line: Springs I have never known.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening; Melancholy; Mourning; Spring; Dejection; Bereavement
First Line: Where are you sleeping, springtime of the world?
Last Line: Springs I have never known.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening; Melancholy; Mourning; Spring; Dejection; Bereavement
Where are you sleeping, springtime of the world?
Under the blue of what mournful sky
Do you keep your pallid round
As untold stars whirl by?
One twilight dream, when weariness
My soul had overcast,
Under an amethystine moon
Was it you that passed?
Turning in chorus of air-drawn sprites
Where a copse raised slender bar,
Upon the sward of your linkèd hands
There danced the shepherd-star.
The brook that beside you purls a limpid song
That we can but divine,
Soothes the stones of the crumbling vault
Of a sunken shrine.
Long cypress rows, as in Italian gardens,
Distantly converge;
In the pouring melancholy
All my senses merge.
But since, one hour, I gently dreamed
Where timeless fragrance wings,
I feel that deep within me stirs
The breath of those primal springs,
And—you mellow troop of sunny hours,
Dear springtimes of my own—
I blend you with all the dreams of the world,
Springs I have never known.
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