Poems (Elliott)/Spring
For works with similar titles, see Spring.
Spring
What so typifies the Spring As golden jonquils blossoming, Nodding now in ecstasy That the earth has set them free? Blue-bird on his branch a-swing, Golden song unfaltering, In the mosses green and wet Tender, shy, sweet violet,Clouds piled high amidst the blue Making Heaven just for us two.
In the night the fragrant rain Beats upon the window pane,In the morning-dew empearled Lurks the sunshine of the world,In each drop soft opal hues Darker tints and fairer fuse—Wondrous mystic perfect whole Like the joys of every soul,Mingled with its deep despair, Finds its rainbow promise there.