IN the tassel-time of Spring Love's the only song to sing; Ere the ranks of solid shade Hide the bluebird's flitting wing, While in open forest glade No mysterious sound or thing Haunt of green has found or made, Love's the only song to sing. Though in May each bush be dressed Like a bride, and every nest Learn Love's joyous repetend, Yet the half-told tale is best At the budding, -- with its end Much too secret to be guessed, And its fancies that attend April's passion unexpressed. Love and Nature in the Spring Gave us Arcady. Still ring -- Vales across and groves among -- Wistful memories, echoing Pan's far-off and fluty song. Poet! nothing harsher sing; Be, like Love and Nature, young In the tassel-time of Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ABBEY ASAROE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MORTAL JEALOUSY by PHILIP AYRES HIS PRAYER TO PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE TREE ACROSS THE ROAD by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL DIGNITY OF LABOR by LEVI BISHOP THE NEW ANTHEM by NORMAN BOLKER INTRODUCTION TO A LADY'S ALBUM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |