SPRING-FLOWERS, spring-birds, spring-breezes Are felt, and heard, and seen; Light trembling transport seizes My heart, -- with sighs between: These old enchantments fill the mind With scenes and seasons far behind; Childhood, its smiles and tears, Youth, with its flush of years, Its morning-clouds and dewy prime, More exquisitely touch'd by Time. Fancies again are springing, Like May-flowers in the vales; While hopes, long lost, are singing, From thorns, like nightingales; And kindly spirits stir my blood, Like vernal airs, that curl the flood: There falls to manhood's lot A joy, which youth has not. A dream more beautifull than truth, -- Returning Spring, renewing Youth. Thus sweetly to surrender The present for the past; In sprightly mood, yet tender, Life's burden down to cast, -- This is to taste, from stage to stage, Youth on the lees refined by age: Like wine well kept and long, Heady, not harsh, nor strong, With every annual cup, is quaff'd A richer, purer, mellower draught. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |