Dramatic Scenes With Other Poems, Now First Printed. By Barry Cornwall [i.e. Bryan Waller Procter]. Illustrated |
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MARCH: APRIL: MAY. |
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MARCH: APRIL: MAY.
March!—A cloudy stream is flowing,
And a hard steel blast is blowing;
Bitterer now than I remember
Ever to have felt or seen,
In the depths of drear December,
When the white doth hide the green:
Not a trembling weed up-peereth
From its dark home under-ground;
Violet now nor primrose heareth
In her sleep a single sound;
All in wintry torpor bound!
Not a sparrow upon the spray!
Not a lark to greet the day!
And a hard steel blast is blowing;
Bitterer now than I remember
Ever to have felt or seen,
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When the white doth hide the green:
Not a trembling weed up-peereth
From its dark home under-ground;
Violet now nor primrose heareth
In her sleep a single sound;
All in wintry torpor bound!
Not a sparrow upon the spray!
Not a lark to greet the day!
Hush!—I hear the silver rain
Beating on the western pane,
Singing songs unto the snow;
Calling earth to wake below:
Ah, sweet April comes, who never comes in vain!
Beating on the western pane,
Singing songs unto the snow;
Calling earth to wake below:
Ah, sweet April comes, who never comes in vain!
In the Orient—light! A haze
O'er the deep night-blackness strays:
Thro' the cloudy pall it poureth,
O'er the mountain scalp it soareth,
Over, through, afar, around,
(Warming all the heart of May,)
Runs the light without a sound,
From the black into the grey,
From the grey into the dawn,
Silvering all its folds of lawn,
Till it bursts upon the Day.
Gaze! From out the living gold
Knowledge streameth as of old.
Gaze upon the sunny river;
Heaven is bright and bounteous ever.
All is beautiful.—I rise;
God is looking from the skies!
O'er the deep night-blackness strays:
Thro' the cloudy pall it poureth,
O'er the mountain scalp it soareth,
Over, through, afar, around,
(Warming all the heart of May,)
Runs the light without a sound,
From the black into the grey,
From the grey into the dawn,
Silvering all its folds of lawn,
Till it bursts upon the Day.
Gaze! From out the living gold
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Gaze upon the sunny river;
Heaven is bright and bounteous ever.
All is beautiful.—I rise;
God is looking from the skies!
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