O some day, Some fine day When summer's in the air And the grass as green as beryl, When clouds are white as old Time's hair And woods are bright as bronze, and wear A glamour past all peril, And finches sing and thrushes sing And sunlight shakes the sky, I shall go up some road with Spring And find a place to die. It's a bright life, A black life, By eerie fits and starts -- Buckets of tears, and oceans Of aching laughter known to hearts That strike a pose to play their parts And thrive on idle notions, And bowstrings sing and trumpets sing And love sings high, sings low. . . . Well, I'll go up the road with Spring When it's my time to go! Not at midnight When the clock ticks, When the coal clicks in the grate And the mind of man grows teary! No! I'll stalk forth from a garden gate Some morning just at half-past eight, Some morning when I'm weary; And sun will sing and sky will sing And the hills with poppies burn When I go up the road with Spring, King of the world and proud like a king. . . . And I shall not return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SANDPIPER by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH THE RIVAL CELESTIAL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ROGER WILLIAMS by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |