- I know by the song that the blue-birds sing :
- I know by the streamlet's voice,
- That the rose-wreathed forms of the velvet Spring,
- O'er the uplands now rejoice;
- I know by the scent of the primrose pale
- By the violet's azure eye,
- That the sprite of Spring has been in the vale,
- That the Winter has said "Good-bye."
- I know by the hum of the bee that flies
- To the sweet-leafed maple there,
- That the buds have opened their dewy eyes
- At the kiss of the warm south air;
- I know by the trout, as he all day plays
- On the rocks beneath the mill,
- That the gentle foot of Spring now sways,
- Warm and soft o'er stream and hill.
- And I know by the bob'link's early song,
- As it echoes clear and wild;
- By the winds as they sport in glee along,
- That the Queen of Spring has smiled;
- I know by the dogwood's gorgeous bloom;
- By the crabtree's gorgeous dress;
- By the hawthorn's delightful rich perfume,
- That they've felt Spring's caress.
- I know by the coo of the timid dove,
- At the morning's sunny glow,
- That Spring has come with a wreath of love,
- Where long lay the hidden snow.
- I know by the brush of a thousand flowers;
- By the glad song of the brooks,
- That Spring has come with her sun and showers,
- O'er the wild wood's quiet nooks.
- And I know by the young lamb's careless play
- On the mountain's grassy side,
- That Spring now has spread her mantle gay
- O'er the wild wood far and wide.
- I know the sky as it bends above
- Its soft ether veil of light.
- That Spring has spread a bright robe of love
- O'er the mountain's far blue height.
- I know by the song that the field lark sings,
- As he mounts up from his nest,
- And flutters aloft on his airy wings,
- With the dew on his golden breast,
- That Spring has come with her thousand dyes,
- On the wild landscape to dwell,
- And scatter warm sunbeams down from the skies,
- Over field, and wood, and dell.
- I know by the breeze that comes from the south
- At hush of the pleasant day;
- I know by the notes that are trembling forth
- From the pe-wit on the spray,
- Then the Goddess of Spring has come again
- In her dress of blue and gold;
- For flowers and birds on the meadow and plain
- Their orgits of thankfulness bold.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
Return of Spring - An 1855 Poem
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