I HOW joyous the Spring is! How jocund the hours When the call of the throstle Awakens the flowers, When the merry, mad squirrels Their revels prolong, And the aisles of the forest Are ringing with song! II As the laughter of April Enkindles the Spring, As the song of the skylark Is blithest on wing, So stirs with new wonder The heart of a maid, When the first stars besprinkle The daffodil glade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE |