Already, while the snow is on the ground, All things do tell us of the coming spring; The sun in widening circles treads his round, And yesterday I heard a robin sing From leafless boughs, cold for his daring wing. A softer blue doth fill the morning sky, And south winds often seem to bring the summer nigh. And strong as run the torrents from the hills The new life through our veins doth make its way, And many a thought of high performance fills His mind who long hath waited for his day; To him the voice of Spring doth seem to say -- Now shall thy song rise from the winter's strife, And with the swelling year shall grow and form its life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |