WHEN spring-time prospers in the grass, And fills the vales with tender bloom, And light winds whisper as they pass Of sunnier days to come: In spite of all the joy she brings To flood and field, to hill and grove, This is the song my spirit sings, -- More light, more life, more love! And when, her time fulfilled, she goes So gently from her vernal place, And meadow wide and woodland glows With sober summer grace: When on the stalk the ear is set, With all the harvest promise bright, My spirit sings the old song yet, -- More love, more life, more light. When stubble takes the place of grain, And shrunken streams steal slow along, And all the faded woods complain Like one who suffers wrong; When fires are lit, and everywhere The pleasures of the household rife, My song is solemnized to prayer, -- More love, more light, more life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A MOTHER'S HEART by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |