No more the flowers of spring are seen, And silence fills the summer noon; The woods have lost the fresh bright green Of May and June. But yesterday I found a flower, Deep sheltered from the withering rays, Which might have known the sun and shower Of April days. I did not think again to find Such tender relic of the spring; It thrilled such gladness through my mind, I needs must sing. My girlhood's spring has passed for aye, With many a fairy tint and tone; The heat and burden of the day Are better known. But by my summer path has sprung A flower of happy love, as fair As e'er a subtle fragrance flung On Spring's clear air. I hardly thought to feel again Such dewy freshness in my heart, And so one little loving strain Must upward start. There was spring-sunshine in my eyes, I had such joy in finding you So full of all I love and prize, So dear and true. My heart is richer far to-day Than when I came a week ago; How near to me such treasure lay I did not know! The long parenthesis is o'er, And now, in letters all of light The story of our love once more We both may write. I have no words to breathe the praise Whieh now for this 'good gift' I owe; A wordless anthem I must raie, But HE will know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ONES GREATNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE POET'S WIFE by JESSICA BELL WHAT SAID THE LITTLE ADMIRAL? by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BLIND MAN'S CRIES by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE JOE BOUCHER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND INTELLECT; EPIGRAM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SUUM CUIQUE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON |