SPRING bursts to-day, For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play. Flash forth, thou Sun. The rain is over and gone, its work is done. Winter is past, Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last. Bud, Fig and Vine, Bud, Olive, far with fruit and oil and wine. Break forth this morn In roses, thou but yesterday a thorn. Uplift thy head, O pure white Lily through the Winter dead. Beside your dams Leap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs. All Herds and Flocks Rejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks. Sing, Creatures, sing, Angels and Men and Birds and everything. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA PREJUDICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |