Again it is the vibrant May, The bursting buds, the leafing trees, The fragrant, undulating breeze, Call to my heart in subtlest way: Come! Come! it is a holiday. The streamlet with unending song, Beneath its silver veil of mist Seems flowing, flowing, to some tryst, While I—with inner surges strong, Find incomplete the day, and long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |