BEHOLD, the old earth is young again! The blackthorn whitens in the rain, The flowers come baffling wind and hail, The gay, wild nightingale Cries out his heart in wood and vale. (And in my heart there rises too A dim free longing For some delight I never knew!) O Spring, thou art a subtle thing, Wiser than we, thou Sibyl, Spring! Thy tresses blown across our face In Life's mid-race Remind us of some holier place -- (And unawares the dullest find A new religion That all their doubts have left behind!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LEFT BEHIND by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET APPLE SAUCE! by EDITH GRACE BERKNESS |