Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO SPRING, BELOVED, by ESTHER MORTON SMITH



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TO SPRING, BELOVED, by            
First Line: Young spring is here! I stepped without to
Last Line: With dew and sunlight in her out-flung hand.
Subject(s): Spring


Young spring is here! I stepped without to meet her,
So young, so shy, and oh, so very fair.
Scarce gave she pause for my glad heart to greet her,
Ere she had vanished like a breath of air.

But one swift rapturous glance on all around her
She flashed; the willows sensed her eager touch,
The shy arbutus knew that she had found her
And loosed the bonds of winter's icy clutch;

And in the greening meadows frogs are trilling
While warm drops melt the last, late-lingering snow;
Eerie and far away their song comes thrilling
My heart with magic things of long ago.

Oh, spring is here! The youngest and the sweetest
And most elusive of the sisters fair,
Whose footfall is the lightest and the fleetest,
Her voice the softest and her smile most rare.

Far fled, today, those sullen clouds, snow-laden,
Those icy tempests roaring down the land,
For spring is here, O heart-enthralling maiden,
With dew and sunlight in her out-flung hand.





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