In Utah Becky's place I drank a toast to spring, And a farmer lad with a priest's face Said this owlish thing: "How, when the heart is leaping Can the hand sow for reaping? Drink me no toast to spring! Spring is a young man's foe. When larks and lasses sing How can a young man hoe? How, when the wind is warming 'Tend strict the farming? Each year I am afraid Since I was twenty I shall go wed a maid And troubles plenty, And then, to tamp my larder I must plow harder. If you must waste the wine, Drink to the year's cold end; Spring is no friend of mine. Spring is an old man's friend." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD FOR THOSE AT SEA; HYMN by WILLIAM WHITING THE VOICE OF THE SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |