COME out! it's Spring! The elm-trees! See! They're blossoming, All crimson-painted! Here's a flower Come open! Now with ev'ry hour There'll be fresh pollen for that bee -- Oho! No longer sleepy he! What song! What song Those greening hedges breaks along! God! There's performed in everything A miracle of throat and wing. Needs but a swallow to flit by And print its pattern on the sky. Oh! Smell this air! The wind it wanders; everywhere It plucks a scent. Ah! Exquisite The ache of Spring that comes with it! And whence it comes, or where it goes -- The troubling wind of Spring -- who knows? All now is still! The sunlight's level on the hill. There goes a furry groundling. Run! You Spring-created rascal, run! And -- hark! The blackbird's evening shout: "The Spring! The Spring! Come out! Come out!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISAIAH, JEREMIAH, EXEKIEL, DANIEL by MARIANNE MOORE WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK LALLA ROOKH: PARADISE AND THE PERI by THOMAS MOORE SLEEP NOT, DREAM NOT by EMILY JANE BRONTE |