And the second month of the year Puts heart in the earth again. P. B. MARSTON. ALREADY the feet of the Winter fly, And the pulse of the Earth begins to leap, Waking up from her frozen sleep, And knowing the beautiful Spring is nigh. Good Saint Valentine wanders by, Pausing his festival gay to keep; Already the feet of the Winter fly, And the pulse of the Earth begins to leap. To life she wakes; and a smile and a sigh -- Language the scoffer holds so cheap -- Thrill her with melody dear and deep. Spring, with its mating time is nigh; Already the feet of the Winter fly, And the pulse of the Earth begins to leap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AUTUMNAL SONNET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |