SPRING fails, in all its bravery of brilliant gold and green, -- The sun, the grass, the leafing tree, and all the dazzling scene Of dewy morning -- orchard blooms And woodland blossoms and perfumes With bird-songs sown between. Yea, since @3she@1 smiles not any more, so every flowery thing Fades, and the birds seem brooding o'er her silence as they sing -- Her smile of cheer and voice of song Seemed so divinely to belong To ever-joyous Spring! Nay, still she smiles. -- Our eyes are blurred and see not through our tears: And still her rapturous voice is heard, though not of mortal ears: -- Now ever doth she smile and sing Where Heaven's unending Clime of Spring Reclaims those gifts of hers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT |