THIS is the time when bit by bit The days begin to lengthen sweet, And every minute gained is joy— And love stirs in the heart of a boy. This is the time the sun, of late Content to lie abed till eight, Lifts up betimes his sleepy head— And love stirs in the heart of a maid. This is the time we dock the night Of a whole hour of candlelight; When song of linnet and thrush is heard— And love stirs in the heart of a bird. This is the time when sword-blades green, With gold and purple damascene Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row— And love stirs in a heart I know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL |