SETTING my bulbs arow In cold earth under the grasses, Till the frost and the snow Are gone and the Winter passes— Sudden a foot-fall light, Sudden a bird-call ringing; And these in gold and in white Shall rise with a sound of winging; Airy and delicate all, All go trooping and dancing At Spring's call and foot-fall, Airily dancing, advancing. In the dark of the year, Turning the earth so chilly, I look to the day of cheer, Primrose and daffodilly. Turning the sods and the clay, I think on the poor sad people Hiding their dead away In the churchyard, under the steeple. All poor women and men, Broken-hearted and weeping, Their dead they call on in vain, Quietly smiling and sleeping. Friends, now listen and hear, Give over crying and grieving, There shall come a day and a year When the dead shall be as the living. There shall come a call, a foot-fall, And the golden trumpeters blowing Shall stir the dead with their call, Bid them be rising and going. Then in the daffodil weather Lover shall run to lover; Friends all trooping together; Death and Winter be over. Laying my bulbs in the dark, Visions have I of hereafter. Lip to lip, breast to breast, hark! No more weeping, but laughter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT TO THE CASTLE OF DONEGAL by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HERMOTIMUS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A LAMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 3. DOMINE QUID MULTIPLICATI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 14. RING-DOVE SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |