WHAT exultations in my mind From the love-bite of this Easter wind! My head thrown back, my face doth shine Like yonder Sun's, but warmer mine. A butterfly -- from who knows where? -- Comes with a stagger through the air, And, lying down, doth ope and close His wings, as babies work their toes: Perhaps he thinks of pressing tight Into his wings a little light! And many a bird hops in between The leaves he dreams of, long and green, And sings for nipple-buds that show Where the full-breasted leaves must grow. Winter is dead, and now we sing This welcome to the new-born Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART IS HEAVY by SARA TEASDALE ALMS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS KNOWLEDGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FOUR SEASONS by PHILIP AYRES |