The wind-swept trees Rain buds upon the street, Thousands of little bursting buds Upon the street, A carpet for my feet. I crush them as I walk, Thousands of little bursting buds Upon the street. I crush them, exultant, joyous, For I know that Spring is here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |