AWAKE! ye tuneful Nine, and sing The budding glories of the Spring. Awake! and sweep each sounding lyre, Breathe on the strings celestial fire! Euterpe first, with her soft flute, Shall bid the whistling winds be mute, And after her let each in turn Reveal the thoughts that inward burn. And you, ye Nymphs, that haunt the grove, Whose only travail is to love, Who all night long in revel gay Prolong the scenes ye shun by day, And, circling round your Fairy Queen, In sprightly dance rejoice unseen, Awake! and on transparent wing Swell the brave chorus of the Spring! The children of the awakening Year Are worthy of your tenderest care; The first to greet you every day, And spread their incense in your way,— Impearl'd in robes of transient lawn, The delicate foldings of the dawn,— Each little face o'erbrimm'd with joy, And blushing like a maiden coy. And when the sun with orient wings His glittering splendour round them flings, No jewel from the pearly seas, No wavelet flick'd before the breeze, E'er shed upon the freshening brine Such lustre as their dewy eyne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |