When Spring Goes By Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
When Spring Goes By
The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
Where the first robin on the sheltered hill
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
Hear him again, "Spring! Spring!" He seems to cry,
Haunting the fall of the flute-throated rill,
That keeps a gentle, constant, silver thrill,
While he is restless in his ecstasy.
Ah! the soft budding of the virginal woods,
Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes:
There's the new moon where the clear sunset floods,
A trace of dew upon the rose leaf sky;
And hark! what rapture the glad robin wakes-
"When Spring goes by; Spring! Spring! When
Spring goes by."
When we try to get something we are restless so the case with Robin lovely
the soft budding of the virginal woods, Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes: beautiful poem penned; nice to read
A trace of dew upon the rose leaf sky; And hark! what rapture the glad robin wakes- 'When Spring goes by; Spring! Spring! When Spring goes by.'......nice conceptualization. Beautiful poem.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST: CONGRATULATIONS being The Modern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars! Lovely poem
THREE: the central theme of the poem is about the renewal, awakening, and beauty associated with springtime in the natural world
TWO: The rill (a small stream) maintains a constant silver thrill, reflecting the freshness and vitality of spring. The narrator is overwhelmed by the beauty of the virginal woods and the frail fruit trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/6/2024 7:14:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sudden darkness. Haunting beauty.. graceful. :)