Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

In Springtime - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach,
And the koil sings above it, in the siris by the well,
From the creeper-covered trellis comes the squirrel's chattering speech,
And the blue jay screams and flutters where the cheery sat-bhai dwell.
But the rose has lost its fragrance, and the koil's note is strange;
I am sick of endless sunshine, sick of blossom-burdened bough.
Give me back the leafless woodlands where the winds of Springtime range --
Give me back one day in England, for it's Spring in England now!

Through the pines the gusts are booming, o'er the brown fields blowing chill,
From the furrow of the ploughshare streams the fragrance of the loam,
And the hawk nests on the cliffside and the jackdaw in the hill,
And my heart is back in England 'mid the sights and sounds of Home.
But the garland of the sacrifice this wealth of rose and peach is,
Ah! koil, little koil, singing on the siris bough,
In my ears the knell of exile your ceaseless bell like speech is --
Can you tell me aught of England or of Spring in England now?


Comments about In Springtime by Rudyard Kipling

  • Rookie Judy Macmillan (3/18/2009 2:07:00 PM)

    I really get the message of this passage & I love it. Just because it is springtime here and now, the yearnings of the heart are not without lament. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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