Juveniles. Is it snow on the hedges? O nay, and O nay! But the hawthorn is dropping Its garlands of May. The frosts are all banished, The winter days vanished, -- And father's come home again: Hip-hip-hurray! Omnes. Father's come home again, etc. Adolescentes. Oh, we'll wade in the leas Where the arrow-winged swallow In shade of the trees Goes darting, and follow The butterflies gleaming Like bloom from the cherry, -- With ribbons all streaming, -- For life is so merry! Juveniles. Is it gold on the meadows? O nay, and O nay! But the buttercups glitter, And butterflies play. The merle's at his 'cello, The lark's a mad fellow, And father's come home again, -- Hip-hip-hurray! Omnes. Father's come home again, etc. Adolescentes. In the meadows we'll lie Where the grass is in billows, And hark to the sigh Of the wind in the willows: The sun flashes low. And ah! sweet is the clover, And sorrel's aglow Like the dream of a lover. Juveniles. Is it golden rain falling? O nay, and O nay! But the elm and the apple Are tossing their spray. The nightingale bubbles; Away with all troubles, For father's come home again, Hip-hip-hurray! Omnes. Father's come home again, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |