AGAIN the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze; The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips, as they run. Wild apple, thou art blushing into bloom! Thy leaves are coming, snowy-blossomed thorn! Wake, buried lily! spirit, quit thy tomb! And thou shade-loving hyacinth, be born! Then, haste, sweet rose! sweet woodbine, hymn the morn, Whose dewdrops shall illume with pearly light Each grassy blade that thick embattled stands From sea to sea, while daisies infinite Uplift in praise their glowing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON |