The sun called down to the northwind "Back!" Now spring will come. The prairie sprawls big, wet, and black, Oh, spring will come! Who cares now for winter's snowing? There's a smell of green things growing; Soon the blossoms will be blowing down the ice-king's track— When spring has come. There's a flash of red from that tall tree top; Oh, spring will come. A tiny gleam of purest white—the first snow-drop; Oh, spring will come! Who cares now for winter's sleighing? Early mud means early Maying; Father and the boys are praying that this rain will stop Ere spring does come. The frogs croak hoarse over in the big slough; Oh, spring will come! A dash of rain and the sun breaks through; Oh, spring will come! Who cares now for hailstones skirling? The rushes bend to the eddies curling; A breath—and lo! the flag uncurling its petals blue Oh, spring will come! There's a flirt of rain and a drift of light; Oh, Spring will come! The cherries have burst green, waxen, white; Ah, Spring @3has@1 come! Who cares now for March winds roaring? Dews and moonlight round her pouring, April, teary, love-imploring, stands a bride tonight, And Spring has come! The bluebirds are building in the big front gate, Now Spring has come; And some one whistling up the lane calls "Kate"! Ah, Spring has come! Who cares now for east wind fretting? "Co, Boss, co! How late it's getting"! But the world bursts pink for Robin letting down the bars, says, "Wait"! And Spring has come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN EUTERPE by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE GETHSEMANE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS SEPTEMBER: FEAST OF ST. PARTRIDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |