DAY and night alike the springtime Makes with sounding life all-teeming; Like a verdant echo can it Enter even in my dreaming. Then the birds sing yet more sweetly Than before, and softer breezes Fill the air, the violet's fragrance With still wilder yearning pleases. E'en the roses blossom redder, And a child-like golden glory Bear they, like the heads of angels In the pictures of old story. And myself I almost fancy Some sweet nightingale, when singing Of my love to those fair roses, Wondrous songs my vision bringing -- Till I'm waken'd by the sunlight, Or by that delicious bustle Of the nightingales of springtime That before my window rustle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD |