A Touch Of Nature Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A Touch Of Nature

Rating: 2.6


When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould,
And folded green things in dim woods unclose
Their crinkled spears, a sudden tremor goes
Into my veins and makes me kith and kin
To every wild-born thing that thrills and blows.
Sitting beside this crumbling sea-coal fire,
Here in the city's ceaseless roar and din,
Far from the brambly paths I used to know,
Far from the rustling brooks that slip and shine
Where the Neponset alders take their glow,
I share the tremulous sense of bud and briar
And inarticulate ardors of the vine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 27 July 2016

Superb poem, To every wild-born thing that thrills and blows. Sitting beside this crumbling sea-coal fire, Here in the city's ceaseless roar and din, Far from the brambly paths I used to know,

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Portsmouth, New Hampshire
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