BEHOLD from sluggish winter's arm Spring lifts herself again: Naked before the steel-cold air She shivers as in pain; Look, Lalage, is that a tear In the sun's eye which yet shines clear? From beds of snow the flowers awake Lifting in deep amaze To heaven their eager eyes: but yet More in that wistful gaze Than wonder lies: sure trembles there, O Lalage, some memory fair, Some dream which 'neath the coverlet white Of winter snow they dreamed, Some sleeping sight of dewy dawns And summer suns that gleamed, And thy bright eyes, O Lalage; Was not the dream a prophecy? To-day my spirit sleeps and dreams; Where do my far thoughts fly? Close to thy beauty's face we stand And smile, the spring and I;— Yet, Lalage, whence come these tears? Has spring, too, felt the doom of years? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE FUGITIVE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HEBREW MELODY by MRS. JAMES GORDEN BROOKS BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN by HILDA CONKLING UPON THE FAIRE ETHIOPIAN SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW |