AT last, coy Spring, concede one festal day To us who yearn thy beauty to behold; These pallid leaves, that peer above the mould, Perfume and brighten; lanes and woods array With hawthorn, that was wont to bloom in May, White-petalled, crimson-anthered; lilies cold, With drooping bells that hide their central gold, And sun-bright buttercups and cowslips gay. Long have we listened to a song of death, That wild winds chant o'er living seeds entombed: Sing thou of life; inspire us with thy breath; Transfuse thy lustre e'en through clouds and showers; Our hearts shall glow, like dells by thee illumed, Whose shadows are but images of flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ETERNITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |