O LOVE! do you know the spring is here With the lure of her magic flute? ... The old earth breaks into passionate bloom At the kiss of her fleet, gay foot. The burgeoning leaves on the almond boughs, And the leaves on the blue wave's breast Are crowned with the limpid and delicate light Of the gems in your turban-crest. The bright pomegranate buds unfold, The frail wild lilies appear, Like the blood-red jewels you used to fling O'er the maidens that danced at the feast of spring To welcome the new-born year. O Love! do you know the spring is here? ... The dawn and the dusk grow rife With scent and song and tremulous mirth, The blind, rich travail of life. The winds are drunk with the odorous breath Of @3henna, sarisha@1, and @3neem@1 ... Do they ruffle your cold, strange, tranquil sleep, Or trouble your changeless dream With poignant thoughts of the world you loved, And the beauty you held so dear? Do you long for a brief, glad hour to wake From your lonely slumber for sweet love's sake, To welcome the new-born year? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 12 by JAMES JOYCE ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |