I MISS you, sweet! The spring is here; The young grass trembles on the leas; The violet's breath enchants the breeze; And the blue sky bends low and near. Home-coming birds, with carol clear, Make their new nests in budding trees -- I miss you, sweet, now spring is here, And young grass trembles on the leas. You were my Spring, and spring is dear; Without you can the May-time please? Let lavish June withhold her fees, And winter reign throughout the year -- I miss you, sweet, though spring is here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBIRD by EMILY DICKINSON THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR THE DOLLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MRS -- RETURNING FINE HYACINTH PLANT AFTER BLOOM IS OVER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |