THE Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly! A little nearer every day. The blackbird's trilling shrill and gay His roundelay and virelay, Good lack, as though the March were May! In kirtle all of green and gray; Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way! She hath delicious things to say, But will not answer yea or nay, Nor haste her secrets to display. The Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly! To make the world high holiday. The pink is on the orchard spray, The lambs put off their fears and play, Gone are the snows of yesterday. 'Twere well if Spring might always stay! Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up this way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: MORNING AND MEETING by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |