WITH bounding heart, with eyes and cheeks aglow. Not caring how the frost may stab and sting, I haste along, where leafless branches fling Their clear blue shadows o'er the sun-lit snow. For though I count sad Winter as my foe, Within my heart I can create the Spring, Can hear sweet music, ere the thrushes sing, And see white flowers, before the pear-buds blow. These homely scenes, whence first my childish eye Its own ideal form of beauty chose, I love for ever; leaves and blossoms die, But this ethereal image lingers yet; And if I grieved, I could but grieve for those Who know not spring, or having known, forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |