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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ECHOES OF SPRING: 3, by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography First Line: Sometimes on my soul will throng Last Line: All the woodland's violets sweet. Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude Subject(s): Spring | |||
Sometimes on my soul will throng Such a blossom-burst of song, That I cannot seize it all, Letting sweetest measures fall. Thus a child feels -- sudden sunk On a crowding violet bank, And delighted and amazed, Gathers in a flushed haste. Gathers them so fast and fleet, Little fingers cannot meet O'er the lot; and swifter still Than they cull, the wealth they spill. To that sweets o'erflooded nook, Casting back one longing look, At the last it takes away But one little odorous spray. Yet through many a day and night, Flinging back the fragrant sight, Cleaves to face, and hands, and feet, All the woodland's violets sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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