Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track -
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, -
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die, -
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.
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This poem rhymes well and catches the imagination and fantacy like romance on short notice. I like the mood and the words.
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the seeds buried in the ground then germinating, putting forth seedlings pushing through the earth, litle tender things how do they push through the earth always fills me with wonder, I love the way Chistina Rossetti has expressed much the same thoughts but in such gentle beautiful words, her description of spring sings of the beauty of the season. a lovely poem.yet with a tinge of sadness at the end
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the 1st poem, 2nd piece i read in the new allwrite. i enjoyed it quite a bit. i love how it can be such an inspirational poem w/out being sappy or all "everything will be ok" etc. great write!
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Ummm. I love this write! Spring is here now, and it made me want to grab hold fast and hard before it passes, hastens to die, until yet another cycle brings it nigh. Beautiful! Such a sing-song rythm.--Kelly
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