SPRING came in with a red-wing's feather And yellow clumps of the wild marsh-mallow— O happy bird, can you tell me whether In distant France they have April weather? And little pools that are sunny and shallow? My soul is awake and my pulse is racing— My heart is aware that the birds are mating— Oh, my heart's like a cloud that the wind is chasing O'er the earth's green blur with its silver tracing To that sad France where there's someone waiting! O Spring! begone with your too-sweet clover And all your bees with honey to carry— Come again when the war is over, Come, dear Spring, when you bring my lover! Yet come no more, should he tarry ... tarry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA |