Poems (Stoddard)/"The willow boughs are yellow now"
"THE WILLOW BOUGHS ARE YELLOW NOW."
THE willow boughs are yellow now, For spring has come again;The peach-tree buds begin to swell, Dripping with April rain.
The gray-eyed twilight lingers long, To meet the starry night;I walk the darkening lanes alone, And love the sombre light.
The dream of other days returns, When comes the blossomed spring;But when the full leaved summer comes My dream has taken wing!
The twittering swallows in the lane Were there a year ago;The old nests in the tangled vines Their next year's brood will know.
A little brood of children fair, Under the mother's wing,Is in the dream of other days, That flies when flies the spring!