@3Surely the time for making songs has come Now that the Spring is in the air again! Trees blossom though men bleed; and after rain The robins hop; and soon the bees will hum. Long was the winter, long our lips were dumb, Long under snow our loyal dreams have lain. Surely the time for making songs has come Now that the Spring is in the air again! The Spring! -- with bugles and a rumbling drum! Oh, builders of high music out of pain, Now is the hour with singing to make vain The boast of kings in Pandemonium! Surely the time for making songs has come!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |