Soon shall the winter's foil be here; Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt''"A little while, And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and growth''"a thousand forms shall rise From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves. Thine eyes, ears''"all thy best attributes''"all that takes cognizance of natural beauty, Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the delicate miracles of earth, Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers, The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow-green, the blossoming plum and cherry; With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs''"the flitting bluebird; For such the scenes the annual play brings on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG |