O FESTAL Spring! 'midst thy victorious glow, Far-spreading o'er the kindled woods and plains, And streams, that bound to meet thee from their chains, Well might there lurk the shadow of a woe For human hearts, and in the exulting flow Of thy rich songs a melancholy tone, Were we of mould all earthly -- @3we@1 alone, Severed from thy great spell, and doomed to go Farther, still farther, from our sunny time, Never to feel the breathings of our prime, Never to flower again! But we, O Spring! Cheered by deep spirit-whispers not of earth, Press to the regions of thy heavenly birth, As here thy flowers and birds press on to bloom and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS PSALM 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO A HAPPY WARRIOR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING |