A Distant Spring
I who love the Spring so well
Shall be sleeping, some glad day,
When her hosts come back to dwell
In their old, familiar way.
I shall live, alas! no more
In some distant April hour,
When the Spring flings wide her door,
Calling leaf, and bloom, and flower.
I shall sleep but I shall dream
In my home beneath the ground,
And my slumbering heart shall teem
With its visions deep, profound.
I shall know, ere you will guess
(Though with life I have no part),
What new golden loveliness
Stirs within the old earth's heart.
I shall hear the first soft sound
When the Spring is born anew,
And rejoice, beneath the ground,
At the bliss to come to you.
Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949)
from The Quiet Singer, and other poems, 1908
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
Charles Hanson Towne biography