I gathered shells upon the sand,
Each shell a little perfect thing,
So frail, yet potent to withstand
LIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright,
HERE'S the Spring-time, Sweet!
Earth's green gown is new,
Lambs begin to bleat,
Doves begin to coo,
THE house, with blind unhappy face,
Stands lonely in the last year's corn,
And in the grayness of the morn
SLEEP, sleep, my treasure,
The long day's pleasure
Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;
The garden still is
MY hollyhocks are all awake,
And not a single rose is lost;
My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake,
Have fought the winter's cruel frost;
RED roses bright, pink roses and white
That bud and blossom and fall;
The very sight of my heart's delight
Is more than worth them all!
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar
Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer
Lift up your name. God bless you evermore,
Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard to part!
You have my heart--the heart that leaps to hear
Your name called by an echo in a dream;
That was the skylark we heard
Singing so high,
The little quivering bird
We saw, and the sky.