WHEN leaves begin to show their heads, Before they reach their curly youth; And birds in streams are coming north, With seas of music from the south; Then -- like a snail with horns outstretched -- My senses feel the air around; There's not a move escapes my eyes, My ears are cocked to every sound. Till Nature to her greenest comes, And -- with her may that blossoms white -- Bursts her full bodice, and reveals Her fair white body in the light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE SHRINE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE UPON THIS WORK OF HIS BELOVED FRIEND THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |