WHEN Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil, -- Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, -- And my Love's eyes. When comes the Summer, Full-leaved and strong, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, -- Sing hid, sweet honey That no bee sips; Sing red, red roses, -- And my Love's lips. When Autumn scatters The leaves again, And piled sheaves bury The broad-wheeled wain, -- Sing flutes of harvest Where men rejoice; Sing rounds of reapers, -- And my Love's voice. But when comes Winter With hail and storm, And red fire roaring And ingle warm, -- Sing first sad going Of friends that part; Then sing glad meeting, -- And my Love's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN THE SORCERESS OF THE MOON by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |