WHAT busy times the world sees now, With sprouting from each root and bough, Go frost, come rain, shine out, O sun, Or else the work will not be done. There's much to do, there's much to do, Before the springtime rush is through; The fountain must be started flowing, The little breeze must start its blowing, And every seed must start its growing, And you, O bird, your task in spring— Is just to sing! How warm the sun shines on the ground, There's not a lazy twig around; Sing bird, sprout twig, climb up, O seed, Here's work, indeed, here's work, indeed; The fountains all are busy flowing; The softest little breeze is blowing; And every seed is striving, growing; And you, O bird, are helping spring Your way—you sing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |