Spring, with all her splendor, With all her merry train, Her birds, her flowers, her sunshine, Has returned to us again. On lowly, sloping valleys The plowman turns the sod; Th' dogwood, white with blossoms, gleams Beside the golden-rod. Th' sheep and cattle, peaceful, On hill-side pastures stray, Where spring the dandelions. And buttercups so gay. Th' martins, back from Southland Have nested near the door; The song of happy bluebirds Now rings the forest over. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY by ROBERT HERRICK TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AS EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOULD HANDLE IT. HILDA HYDE by BERTON BRALEY |