Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill because the spring is here And spring means trilling on a blossomy bough; 'Tis the spring joy that has no why or how, But sees the sun and hopes not nor can fear-- Spring is so sweet and spring seems all the year. Dear voice, the first-come birds but trill as thou. Oh music of my heart, be thus for long: Too soon the spring bird learns the later song; Too soon a sadder sweetness slays content Too soon! There comes new light on onward day, There comes new perfume o'er a rosier way: Comes not again the young spring joy that went. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON APRIL by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT SONNET TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON |