The Spirit of Spring is in the air; The daffodils wave blithe and free To the wind's minstrelsy, And everywhere A green rebirth involves each branchlet bare. Already from the elm-tree boughs The jubilant thrush doth cry aloud; From fallow fields new ploughed The plovers rouse; In hollow boles no more the squirrels drowse. The blackbird calls his thrilling note; And by each field, and copse, and glade The leverets race, the rabbits raid; Where gorse-blooms float The yellow-yite pipes o'er and o'er by rote. In the blue arch of sky, cloud-swept, The unseen larks are singing; The green grass is springing: While nature slept, Leaf-crown'd, bird-haunted Spring hath hither leapt. O joy of winds, and birds, and flowers; Of growing grass, of budding leaves, Of green and sappy sheaves, Of rustling showers, Sunshine, and plenitude of marvellous hours. Thrilled Earth beholds her golden prime Returned again; her heart beats swift. Low-laughing, as the spring winds lift Their songs sublime, Mocking, she dares the circling Shadow of Time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN THE ANNIVERSARY [ANNIVERSARIE] by JOHN DONNE LEXINGTON [APRIL 19, 1775] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS TO YOUTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |