FAIRY Spring, in kirtle green, Stealing through the woods, is seen Gliding o'er the freshening meadow Bright with sunshine, dim with shadow, Smiling on the lambkins skipping— Children through the green lanes tripping. High o'er head, on quivering wings, The lark his jubilant anthem sings, And thousand swelling feather'd throats Are warbling clear their amorous notes. Now with gentle hand she raises From the sod her infant daisies, Bids her sleeping violets rise, Kissing fond their dewy eyes; Scented buds of golden yellow, Honey sweet adorn the willow, And the drooping hyacinth bells Tint with heaven's own blue the dells, Where the primrose lurks below Snowy sheets of blossomed sloe, Treading slow the bramble brake, Curled and coiled like sleeping snake, The curious botanist discerns The dark brown younglings of the ferns; From flowers of "Araby the Blest" Ne'er were sweeter odours pressed Than budding birch and sweetbriar shed On thy radiant youthful head. Virgin Spring! then come again; We hail thine advent, bless thy reign; Come with airs soft, genial, calm, Shedding flowers and breathing balm: May human labour, human love, And gentle peace thy reign approve! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL THE BLACK VULTURE by GEORGE STERLING A CHRISTMAS CAROL by GEORGE WITHER EJACULATORY PRAYER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (5) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |