FOR once the zephyrs have removed the cold: One year is over, and a new begun. So short a winter, I am daily told, Never yet yielded to this northern sun. I see the children skipping o'er the green, Plucking the faint unodorous violet, A gentle stranger, rarely ever seen. With other flowers the mead is sparsely set -- Brown birds are twittering with the joy of spring: The universal swallow, ne'er at rest, Aye chirping, glances past on purple wing, And builds beneath the humble eaves her nest. The plant, which yester-year the share o'erthrew, Looks up again from out the opening mould; And the poor vines, though here but weak and few, Some scantling buds, like ill-set gems, unfold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): REMORSE by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |