ALL my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the brightly Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom, Hushed as snow-hid grove but now, Breaketh into leaf and blossom Like a gleaming vernal bough. Oh the singing, singing, singing! Callow hopes that thrill my breast! Can the lark of love be winging Back to its abandoned nest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS AN INTRUSION by DANIEL CHAUNCEY BREWER IN MEMORY OF A DUMB FRIEND by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHO ARE YOU by EDWARD CARPENTER |