NOW is the time once more, Dear and desired of old, Spring at the sill, at the door, Slender and young and cold. Scarcely the heart can hold The joy long waited for. Now the magical word is told, And the young Spring's at the door. When all the folk are asleep, Save only the feathered folk, She goes by the hills of sheep, By the lambs and the grazing flock, Flowers in the fold of her cloak, And the grey dawn at the peep, The trumpeter Daffodil woke The thrush and blackbird asleep. Now in the East and the dark The heart trembles and sings, Sings with the linnet and lark New songs of immortal things. It wakes, it quivers, it springs, O heart, that was Winter stark, It lifts with a beat of wings, When the Spring calls in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 13. ON LYRIC POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |