O BABBLING Spring, than glass more clear, Worthy of wreath and cup sincere, To-morrow shall a kid be thine With swelled and sprouting brows for sign, -- Sure sign! -- of loves and battles near. Child of the race that butt and rear! Not less, alas! his life-blood dear Must tinge thy cold wave crystalline, O babbling Spring! Thee Sirius knows not. Thou dost cheer With pleasant cool the plough-worn steer, -- The wandering flock. This verse of mine Will rank thee one with founts divine; Men shall thy rock and tree revere, O babbling Spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE RESCUE by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |