A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain. The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow, I neither care to wax nor care to wane. The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago, Because earth's rivers cannot fill the main. -- When Springtime came, red Robin built a nest, And trilled a lover's song in sheer delight. Grey hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core. The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest, Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON EMPTYING ASHES by MAXWELL ANDERSON HEART'S EASE by MATHILDE BLIND NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY EVENING SOLACE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 6 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH LETTER FROM MEXICO by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE THE LAMENTATIONS OF JEREMY, FOR MOST PART ACCORDING TO TREMELIUS: 4 by JOHN DONNE |