UP from the sea the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky's gray arch; Smiling, I watch the shaken elmboughs, knowing It is the wind of March. Between the passing and the coming season, This stormy interlude Gives to our winter-wearied hearts a reason For trustful gratitude. Welcome to waiting ears its harsh forewarning Of light and warmth to come, The longed-for joy of Nature's Easter morning, The earth arisen in bloom! In the loud tumult winter's strength is breaking; I listen to the sound, As to a voice of resurrection, waking To life the dead, cold ground. Between these gusts, to the soft lapse I hearken Of rivulets on their way; I see these tossed and naked tree-tops darken With the fresh leaves of May. This roar of storm, this sky so gray and lowering Invite the airs of Spring, A warmer sunshine over fields of flowering, The bluebird's song and wing. Closely behind, the Gulf's warm breezes follow This northern hurricane, And, borne thereon, the bobolink and swallow Shall visit us again. And, in green wood-paths, in the kinefed pasture And by the whispering rills, Shall flowers repeat the lesson of the Master, Taught on his Syrian hills. Blow, then, wild wind! thy roar shall end in singing, Thy chill in blossoming; Come, like Bethesda's troubling angel, bringing The healing of the Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TWO GRANDMOTHERS by IRENE ARCHER NURSERY RHYME by MARTIN CHESLEY THE VETERAN; MAY, 1916 by MARGARET ISABEL POSTGATE COLE THE TWO ROUND SPACES ON THE TOMB-STONE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |