The time is past - that time of little cheer, When all the hedgerows ran in naked lines; And all the leafless landscape, far and near, Seem'd a rough sketch, to foil the celandines; 'Tis morn - 'tis May! arouse thy drooping powers, Sing of the bright June-roses ere they come, Anticipate the Summer's blowing flowers, Till thy sweet words seem bursting into bloom; Dear poet-exile! greet the year's advance! Yield not to grief, but with a hymn of praise Salute the season and these cloudless days; And, when the sunset shall constrain thy gaze, Then, with the closing flowers and setting rays, Bemoan the sorrows and defeats of France. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS A RONDEL OF LUVE [LOVE] by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) |