I stand as on the verge of life; 'tis Spring, When springs are welling ere they brim away; When waking birds just cheep and shake their wing, And clouds come winding in the virgin day. I look through fruit-boughs fresh with sprout and spray, Down loam-hills loosed by shoots where thick dews cling, From out the deep sky night yet dreams away, Down lush marsh woods and waters wandering. I stand between the past and the pursuing, Between the dream'd of deed and the undone, With all the earth on tiptoe for the doing, And breathless for the start-word of the sun; And dreaming drifts away and big with song My full heart fails when it should be most strong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR |