 | Poems, original and translated |  |
SPRING.
Oh, tender flush of vernal dawn
Along green fields and soft blue skies!
What sparkling of joy on the dewy lawn,
As of myriad gleaming spirit-eyes!
Along green fields and soft blue skies!
What sparkling of joy on the dewy lawn,
As of myriad gleaming spirit-eyes!
The tinkle and gush of the hillside brook,
The sunbeam's flash on the swallow's wing,
The smile that peeps from the warm, green nook,—
'T is the welcome of Nature to blessed Spring.
The sunbeam's flash on the swallow's wing,
The smile that peeps from the warm, green nook,—
'T is the welcome of Nature to blessed Spring.
Ten thousand tongues of gladness are unsealed;
The matin-song of brook and bee and bird,
Gay children's laugh in street and lane and field,
And cry of bleating flock and lowing herd.
The matin-song of brook and bee and bird,
Gay children's laugh in street and lane and field,
And cry of bleating flock and lowing herd.
Vocal once more the budding woodland charms
Back to his haunt the Genius of the place;
The common mother opens wide her arms
To fold her children in her large embrace.
Back to his haunt the Genius of the place;
The common mother opens wide her arms
To fold her children in her large embrace.
| Poems, original and translated | |