Spring Song
The snow is gone and everywhere
The spring is come with thrill and voice,
With golden colour in the air
And light upon the grass.
For all the world is made aware
Of Life that is and Death that was,
And men a sudden sing, Rejoice!
Who lately sang, Alas!
On black thorn boughs white blossoms spring,
And young leaves burst their winter hoods,
The barren waste bears many a ring
Danced green by dainty elves.
The throstles sing and feed and sing,
And search brown clods the labourer delves,
And wake the flowers in little woods
Where lovers lose themselves.
~~
A. Mary F. Robinson
from A Handful of Honeysuckle, 1878
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
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