I hear the wild geese honking From out the misty night, -- A sound of moving armies On-sweeping in their might; The river ice is drifting Beneath their northward flight. I hear the bluebird plaintive From out the morning sky, Or see his wings a-twinkle That with the azure vie; No other bird more welcome, No more prophetic cry. I hear the sparrow's ditty Anear my study door; A simple song of gladness That winter days are o'er; My heart is singing with him, I love him more and more. I hear the starling fluting His liquid 'O-ka-lee;' I hear the downy drumming, His vernal reveille; From out the maple orchard The nuthatch calls to me. Oh, spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A WISH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 54. LOVE'S FATALITY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN |