THIS is the hour, the day, The time, the season sweet. Quick! hasten, laggard feet, Brook not delay; Love flies, youth passes, Maytide will not last; Forth, forth, while yet 'tis time, before the Spring is past. The Summer's glories shine From all her garden ground, With lilies prankt around, And roses fine; But the pink blooms or white upon the bursting trees, Primrose and violet sweet, what charm has June like these? This is the time of song. From many a joyous throat, Mute all the dull year long, Soars love's clear note; Summer is dumb, and faint with dust and heat; This is the mirthful time when every sound is sweet. Fair day of larger light, Life's own appointed hour, Young souls bud forth in white -- The world's a-flower; Thrill, youthful heart; soar upward, limpid voice; Blossoming-time is come -- rejoice, joice, rejoice! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |