And now all Nature seemed in love; The lusty sap began to move; New juice did stir th' embracing Vines; And Birds had drawn their Valentines: The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled flie: There stood my Friend, with patient skill Attending of his trembling quill. Already were the Eaves possest With the swift Pilgrims daubed nest. The Groves already did rejoyce In Philomels triumphing voice. The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Jone takes her neat-rubed Pale, and now She trips to milk the Sand-red Cow; Where for some sturdy foot-ball Swain, Jone strokes a sillabub or twain. The Fields and Gardens were beset With Tulip, Crocus, Violet: And now, though late, the modest Rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looked gay, all full of chear, To welcome the New-livery'd year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |