Ah, through the open door Is there an almond-tree Aflame with blossom! -- Let us fight no more. Among the pink and blue Of the sky and the almond flowers A sparrow flutters. -- We have come through, It is really spring! -- See, When he thinks himself alone How he bullies the flowers. -- Ah, you and me How happy we'll be! -- See him? He clouts the tufts of flowers In his impudence. -- But, did you dream It would be so bitter? Never mind, It is finished, the spring is here. And we're going to be summer-happy And summer-kind. We have died, we have slain and been slain, We are not our old selves any more. I feel new and eager To start again. It is gorgeous to live and forget. And to feel quite new. See the bird in the flowers? -- he's making A rare to-do! He thinks the whole blue sky Is much less than the bit of blue egg He's got in his nest -- we'll be happy, You and I, I and you. With nothing to fight any more -- In each other, at least. See, how gorgeous the world is Outside the door! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON TO THE QUEENES MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTIE by ELIZABETH (TANFIELD) CARY |