Poems (Allen)/March
For works with similar titles, see March.
HE brown buds thicken on the trees, Unbound, the free streams sing, As March leads forth across the leas The wild and windy spring.
MARCH.
HE brown buds thicken on the trees, Unbound, the free streams sing, As March leads forth across the leas The wild and windy spring. Where in the fields the melted snow Leaves hollows warm and wet, Ere many days will sweetly blow The first blue violet.
Dear flower-germs, which so long have lain Within your wintry tomb, Listening for April's vital rain To call you into bloom,—
O push the damp, dead leaves apart, And spread your blossoms o'er The little grave by which my heart Sits weeping evermore!