O DAY of God, thou bringest back The singing of the birds, With music for the hearts that lack, More musical than words! Thou meltest now the frozen deep Where dreaming love lay bound, Thou wakest life in buds asleep, And joy in skies that frowned. Not yet may almond-blossoms dare A wintry world to bless; Still do the trees their beauty wear Of glorious nakedness: But clouds are riven with the light Of old unclouded days, And Love unfolds to longing sight His sweet and silent ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |