COME, sweetheart, listen, for I have a thing Most wonderful to tell you -- news of spring. Albeit winter still is in the air, And the earth troubled, and the branches bare, Yet down the fields to-day I saw her pass -- The spring -- her feet went shining through the grass. She touched the ragged hedgerows -- I have seen Her finger-prints, most delicately green; And she has whispered to the crocus leaves, And to the garrulous sparrows in the eaves. Swiftly she passed and shyly, and her fair Young face was hidden in her cloudy hair. She would not stay, her season is not yet, But she has reawakened, and has set The sap of all the world astir, and rent Once more the shadows of our discontent. Triumphant news -- a miracle I sing -- The everlasting miracle of spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 18. LOVES PROGRESS by JOHN DONNE IRELAND by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE FOUNTAIN OF PITY by HENRY BATAILLE EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN SONNET: 178 by LUIS DE CAMOENS THE FIRST FISHERMAN by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |