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

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (10/3/2017 1:18:00 PM)

    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.
    Beautiful poem.
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  • M Sagnik Das (5/21/2017 11:44:00 AM)

    ohhh good one....nice (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (4/21/2017 12:07:00 PM)

    Good to see that the poet used some Indian English terms, like koil, siris, in this poem.. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2017 5:10:00 AM)

    Koil note is has captivated all and the poet.He forgot England, his birth place and listened to koil sings on siris tree at the well.sheer brilliance. (Report) Reply

  • Mizzy ........ (8/28/2016 5:02:00 PM)

    A beautiful read from a master of verse. (Report) Reply

  • (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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