WHEN Spring's sweet life is young and fair, While fields are green and woods are gay; When apple blossom scents the air, And sheds its beauty o'er the way; When snow-white clouds are sailing slow Across the sapphire depths of space, And make alternate gloom and glow On earth's fair face: What potent charm doth permeate All things around me, great and small; The forest monarchs, high in state -- The mosses on the mouldering wall; The flowery carpet of the green, Inwrought in Nature's wondrous loom, With fretted lights of sunny sheen, And tender gloom? What stirs the life-blood of the oak, When Winter's freezing days are flown, To from its naked boughs evoke The curly leaves of ruddy brown? The sycamores that proudly tower Burst into leaf beneath its sway, Nor can the ash befool its power By long delay. O, sweet the light of forest glades In the first flush of Summer's green; The fanning breeze, the waving shades, The glints of sunny light between; That gladdens all the vista'd scope, And breathes a peace that seems divine -- A spirit full of life and hope That touches mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE EPIGRAM: 101 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |