Flower Pieces and other poems By William Allingham: With two designs by Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
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SPRING IS COME.
Ye coax the timid verdure,
Along the hills of Spring,
Blue skies and gentle breezes,
And soft clouds wandering!
The quire of birds on budding spray,
Loud larks in ether sing;
A fresher pulse, a wider day,
Give joy to everything.
Along the hills of Spring,
Blue skies and gentle breezes,
And soft clouds wandering!
The quire of birds on budding spray,
Loud larks in ether sing;
A fresher pulse, a wider day,
Give joy to everything.
The gay translucent morning
Lies glittering on the sea,
The noonday sprinkles shadows
Athwart the daisied lea;
The round sun's falling scarlet rim
In vapour hideth he;
The darkling hours are cool and dim,
As vernal night should be.
Lies glittering on the sea,
The noonday sprinkles shadows
Athwart the daisied lea;
The round sun's falling scarlet rim
In vapour hideth he;
The darkling hours are cool and dim,
As vernal night should be.
Our Earth has not grown aged,
With all her countless years;
She works, and never wearies,
Is glad, and nothing fears:
The glow of air, broad land and wave,
In season re-appears;
And shall, when vanish in the grave
These human smiles and tears.
With all her countless years;
She works, and never wearies,
Is glad, and nothing fears:
The glow of air, broad land and wave,
In season re-appears;
And shall, when vanish in the grave
These human smiles and tears.
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Oh, rich in songs and colours,
Thou joy-reviving Spring!
Some hopes are chill'd with winter
Whose term thou canst not bring,
Some voices answer not thy call
When sky and woodland ring,
Some faces come not back at all
With primrose-blossoming.
Thou joy-reviving Spring!
Some hopes are chill'd with winter
Whose term thou canst not bring,
Some voices answer not thy call
When sky and woodland ring,
Some faces come not back at all
With primrose-blossoming.
The distant-flying swallow,
The upward-yearning seed,
Find Nature's promise faithful,
Attain their humble meed.
Great Parent! Thou hast also form'd
These hearts which throb and bleed;
With love, truth, hope, their life hast warm'd,
And what is best, decreed.
The upward-yearning seed,
Find Nature's promise faithful,
Attain their humble meed.
Great Parent! Thou hast also form'd
These hearts which throb and bleed;
With love, truth, hope, their life hast warm'd,
And what is best, decreed.
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