THE Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly! A little nearer every day. The blackbird's trilling shrill and gay His roundelay and virelay, Good lack, as though the March were May! In kirtle all of green and gray; Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way! She hath delicious things to say, But will not answer yea or nay, Nor haste her secrets to display. The Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly! To make the world high holiday. The pink is on the orchard spray, The lambs put off their fears and play, Gone are the snows of yesterday. 'Twere well if Spring might always stay! Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |