Soon shall the winter's foil be here; Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt''"A little while, And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and growth''"a thousand forms shall rise From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves. Thine eyes, ears''"all thy best attributes''"all that takes cognizance of natural beauty, Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the delicate miracles of earth, Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers, The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow-green, the blossoming plum and cherry; With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs''"the flitting bluebird; For such the scenes the annual play brings on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |