A Spring Thought
In the spring I have leaned me full close to the bark of a tree,
To know if its heart were athrob with spring passion and glee,
And found that its longing was like to the longing in me.
In the spring I have bent to the odorous lips of a rose,
Await for the summer her virginal heart to unclose.
And found her full fain of the spring-tide that blossoms and blows.
In the spring I have harked to the bountiful song of a bird
Outbreathing his joyance as plainly as ever man heard,
Albeit his bliss be not caught in a crystalline word.
And so, when they tell me the bird-song, the rose, and the beat
In the turbulent heart of the tree are senseless though sweet
Revealments of Nature, spring-stirred by the spirit of heat,
I laugh in my heart as one laugheth who knoweth the best;
And never I trust to such testaments cold, but I rest
In the secrets the bird and the rose and the tree have confessed.
To know if its heart were athrob with spring passion and glee,
And found that its longing was like to the longing in me.
In the spring I have bent to the odorous lips of a rose,
Await for the summer her virginal heart to unclose.
And found her full fain of the spring-tide that blossoms and blows.
In the spring I have harked to the bountiful song of a bird
Outbreathing his joyance as plainly as ever man heard,
Albeit his bliss be not caught in a crystalline word.
And so, when they tell me the bird-song, the rose, and the beat
In the turbulent heart of the tree are senseless though sweet
Revealments of Nature, spring-stirred by the spirit of heat,
I laugh in my heart as one laugheth who knoweth the best;
And never I trust to such testaments cold, but I rest
In the secrets the bird and the rose and the tree have confessed.
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