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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
LOOKING FORWARD, IN FEBRUARY.
I look across the brief, remaining space
Of chill and wintry days,
Till March to sprinkle violets shall begin,
And snow-drops white and thin.
Of chill and wintry days,
Till March to sprinkle violets shall begin,
And snow-drops white and thin.
I look through April, quick with scent and song,
To where the shining throng
Of laughing, garlanded May days come on,
With large light of the sun.
To where the shining throng
Of laughing, garlanded May days come on,
With large light of the sun.
I look to June, — fair flower of all the year,—
O month of months appear!
O ardors of the summer-time come close,
With nightingale and rose!
O month of months appear!
O ardors of the summer-time come close,
With nightingale and rose!
Make haste to come, O time of all delight!
Bright day, and tender night—
For then shall I within a Heaven dwell
Whose name Love may not tell.
Bright day, and tender night—
For then shall I within a Heaven dwell
Whose name Love may not tell.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |