THE silver birch, with pure-green flickering leaves, Flooded by morn with golden light, rejoices, And mingles with the kindred merriment Of perfume-laden winds and happy voices: No child of spring is lonely, but receives Some subtle charm, by diverse beauty lent, And with another life its own inweaves; E'en man's creative eyes win all their gain From light, whose glory, but for him, were vain. While bud the flowers, while May-tide sunshine beams, Through all the world of mind and body streams One constant rapture of melodious thought, One fragrant joy, with summer promise fraught, And one eternal love illumes the whole; For odour, light, and sound are truthful dreams, Inspired by Nature in the human soul. This fresh young life, whereof my own is part, With boundless hope all earth and heaven fills; The birds are waking music in my heart, A voiceless chant, more sweet than they can sing; My thoughts are sunbeams; all my being thrills With that exultant joy whose name is Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS |