Spring - A Poem from 1866

By Mrs. Clara H. Holmes.

Bright spring is here, and bashful March

His welcome opening, freely brings,

Of balmy winds from Southern lands,

And golden sunshine over us flings.

Beneath his kiss the starry eyes

Of blue forget-me-nots grow bright;

Though still beneath the last year's leaves

They hide their faces in affright;

And March at times so beautiful grows

He gives us back old winter's snows.

 

Fickle April, short-lived queen,

Will seize the abducted thrones,

And rule the earth in wayward mood,

With smiles and tears alternate shower;

Her emerald wreath thick set with gems,

Of purple, blue and gold combined,

On maple bough and willow lithe

Her gaily tasseled scepter find

The slender blades of meadow grass

Her footsteps kiss as on they pass.

 

The younger sister, smiling May,

The peach and apple buds will kiss,

And, waking from their sleeping, they

Will blush with life and bliss;

The honey bee, with happy hum,

Will woo the fair and fragrant flowers,

The blue bird and the robin come

With song to glorify the hours.

Then over serene May's early tomb

June's crimson roses bud and bloom.

April 4, 1866. Louisville Weekly Courier 20(1018): 1.