IN Paradise "how comes the spring?" With us again the spring world thrills To old familiar loveliness. Your birds from blossom-branches sing; With violets the slopes, the hills And meadows with your green are spread; And in a sweet and shady place The latest of your daffodils Lifts up its sunny head. Yet we who walk them only meet, In ways once trodden of your feet, New loneliness. How bloom the flowers of love and peace In that far land we have not seen? What beauty that we may not know For you who loved our "green earth" so? We cannot know; we only dream In Paradise the spring is fair, Since you are there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. SEASIDE THOUGHTS by BERNARD BARTON THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |