Gay Spring returns, her glad face glowing With the winsome smile of a year ago, And again in accents sweet and low She murmurs of wilds where her blooms are growing. She rustles the folds of her garments, showing A splendor of draperies new; and so Gay Spring returns, her glad face glowing With the winsome smile of a year ago. In her hand is a lilac bough o'erflowing With billows of odorous bloom; but, oh! Its green leaves lisp with a sense of woe, For flowers must fade and Spring be going— Gay Spring returns, her glad face glowing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD READY TO KILL by CARL SANDBURG |