Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers Does warm thee into being, through the ring Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers, Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing To make all nature glad, thou art so gay; To fill the lonely wit caught his gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD BIRTHDAY LINES TO AGNES BAILLIE by JOANNA BAILLIE |