Oh, soft sweet air of early spring, Again thou float'st on viewless wing, Coax'st snowdrops their white bells to ring, And wak'st the blackbird up to sing. Again, upon the bright'ning lea, Beneath the budding bursting tree, The toddling baby-mites I see, Skip, jump, and frisk in lamb-like glee. But I am sad, I know not why; My breast heaves with the long-drawn sigh; The tear rounds slowly in mine eye; I'd like to lay me down and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS ODE ON MELANCHOLY by JOHN KEATS THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES |