No more the flowers of spring are seen, And silence fills the summer noon; The woods have lost the fresh bright green Of May and June. But yesterday I found a flower, Deep sheltered from the withering rays, Which might have known the sun and shower Of April days. I did not think again to find Such tender relic of the spring; It thrilled such gladness through my mind, I needs must sing. My girlhood's spring has passed for aye, With many a fairy tint and tone; The heat and burden of the day Are better known. But by my summer path has sprung A flower of happy love, as fair As e'er a subtle fragrance flung On Spring's clear air. I hardly thought to feel again Such dewy freshness in my heart, And so one little loving strain Must upward start. There was spring-sunshine in my eyes, I had such joy in finding you So full of all I love and prize, So dear and true. My heart is richer far to-day Than when I came a week ago; How near to me such treasure lay I did not know! The long parenthesis is o'er, And now, in letters all of light The story of our love once more We both may write. I have no words to breathe the praise Whieh now for this 'good gift' I owe; A wordless anthem I must raie, But HE will know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE |