The ways are green with the gladdening sheen Of the young year's fairest daughter. O, the shadows that fleet o'er the spring wheat! O, the magic of the running water! The spirit of spring is in everything, The banners of spring are streaming, We march to a tune from the fifes of June, And life's a dream worth dreaming. It's all very well to sit and spell At the lesson there's no gainsaying; But what the deuce are wont and use When the whole mad world's a-maying? When the meadow glows, and the orchard snows, And the air's with love-motes teeming, When fancies break, and the senses wake, O, life's a dream worth dreaming! What Nature has writ with her lusty wit Is worded so wisely and kindly That whoever had dipped in her manuscript Must up and follow her blindly. Now the summer prime is her blithest rhyme In the being and the seeming, And they have heard the overword Know life's a dream worth dreaming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FELDMESTEN OR MEASURING THE GRAVES by ALTER ABELSON |