Ostara! Ostara! strange voices crept Up from the horizon's curve-hidden lands; Trees stricken and barren reached dumbly toward life At the call and the urge of invisible hands. Unbroken the hidden Ostara's sleep, While the winds of the world searched vale and steep. Ostara! Ostara! the flecked sky Looked royally down from her loveliest blue. In softly breathed accents, the whispers of night Fell gently as manna and lightly as dew. Yet the sleeping Ostara kept to her dreams, Unheeding the night and the noonday gleams. Ostara! Ostara! the great sea called, While reaching and grasping with cold white hands, From a shoreless center where space meets space To its bound of crags and rimming sands. The sonorous voice of the roving sea Called, but in vain, where Ostara might be. Ostara! Ostara! the voice of life Sought her and found her, and finding her, spoke. Her heart beat close to the ever-young heart Of Ostara, the goddess, who smiling awoke. She arose in her robes like a banner unfurled, To the song of the spring, to the chant of the world. So Life and Ostara, now hand in hand, Moved over the girdle of sea and earth; Ostara giving of youth and of hope Where Life had first given the wonder of birth. Then softly arose in the wake of the twain The noble frankincense of springtime again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE OLD SANTA FE TRAIL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE PHANTOM HORSEWOMAN by THOMAS HARDY ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER SHANAHAN'S OULD QUEEN by GERALD BRENNAN VALEDICTORY STANZAS TO JOHN P. KEMBLE, ESQ.; FOR A PUBLIC MEETING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |