(1) Now the time has come to sing In the service of the Spring, I will lift a note, and call Bird and beast to madrigal. But o'er vale and mountain-shelf, In the wood, the plain, the glade, Spring is singing for herself, Singing without any aid! You can do without my aid! So I need not sing for you! Singing is my only trade! What the deuce am I to do! (2) Among the leaves I'll make a rhyme, To the winter in its pall, For the poor forgotten time Has not had a song at all. Winter! Winter! Do not fear! You shall wear an icy crown At the falling of the year When the leaves are tumbled down! I am singing to you here, Where the buds breaks on the tree! At the falling of the year You shall sing a song to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |