THOU hast come back to me! (Thou who didst die a year ago, And slept so many days beneath the snow) Thou hast come back to me! Now that the buds break on the hawthorn-tree, And the old gladness of the earth revives, Thou hast come back to me In the dear hyacinth and white anemone. The Spring's great resurrection is thine own! This fragrance of young blossoms is thy breath; This silence is thy spiritual tread -- Thou art no longer dead! Who is it, dear, that saith Thy body is in the bondage of strong Death? Nay, from the darkness, on the light winds blown, Thou hast come back to me In the dear hyacinth and white anemone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |