08.07.2007, 10:31
Spring
The birds sing cheerily, the streamlets shout
As if in echo; tones are all around:
The air is filled with one pervading sound
Of merriment. Bright creatures flit about;
Slights spears of emerald glitter from the ground,
And frequent flowers, like helms of bloom, are found;
And, from the invisible army of fair things,
Floats o low murmur like a distant sea!
I hear the clarions of the insect-kings
Marshal their busy cohorts on the lea.
Life, life in action, - ‘t is all, music, all,
From the enlivening cry of children free
To the swift dash of waters as they fall,
Released by thee, O Spring, to glad, wild liberty!
The birds sing cheerily, the streamlets shout
As if in echo; tones are all around:
The air is filled with one pervading sound
Of merriment. Bright creatures flit about;
Slights spears of emerald glitter from the ground,
And frequent flowers, like helms of bloom, are found;
And, from the invisible army of fair things,
Floats o low murmur like a distant sea!
I hear the clarions of the insect-kings
Marshal their busy cohorts on the lea.
Life, life in action, - ‘t is all, music, all,
From the enlivening cry of children free
To the swift dash of waters as they fall,
Released by thee, O Spring, to glad, wild liberty!