 | Youthful Verses by Francis Thompson |  |
SPRING.
The rugged winter, clad in snow and gloomHas fled reluctant to his northern home:
Merrily, lightly, trips in blithesome Spring,
The woods are stirring, meadows, hedgerows ring.
The glorious sky spreads boundless overhead,
Flecked with bright clouds, the east yet faintly red;
The wavy hills are laughing in the sun,
The changeful beams along their summits run,
And chequer them with tracks of shade and light,
One square deep shade, the rest all silvery white,
Another yellow, green, or russet brown,
And so the shadows chase each other down.
| Youthful Verses by Francis Thompson | |