I walk and I wonder To hear the birds sing; Without you, my lady, How can there be Spring? I see the pink blossoms That slept for a year, But who could have waked them While you were not near? Birds sing to the blossoms, Blind, dreaming your pink; These blush to the songsters, Your music they think: So well had you taught them To look and to sing, Your bloom and your music, The ways of the Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOVER PLEADS WITH HIS FRIENDS FOR OLD FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON |