Spring poems

As my target reader is also interested in literature and poetry, I would like to have spring poems in my publication as well. Here are some I like:

Very Early Spring by Katherine Mansfield
The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky–
So many white clouds–and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
Spring Song by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Hark, I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

In the dreamy vale of beeches
Fair and faint is woven mist,
And the river’s orient reaches
Are the palest amethyst.

Every limpid brook is singing
Of the lure of April days;
Every piney glen is ringing
With the maddest roundelays.

Come and let us seek together
Springtime lore of daffodils,
Giving to the golden weather
Greeting on the sun-warm hills.

Ours shall be the moonrise stealing
Through the birches ivory-white;
Ours shall be the mystic healing
Of the velvet-footed night.

Ours shall be the gypsy winding
Of the path with violets blue,
Ours at last the wizard finding
Of the land where dreams come true.

To The Spring by Friedrich von Schiller
Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature’s darling thou!
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!
Aha!–and thou returnest,
Heartily we greet thee–
The loving and the fair one,
Merrily we meet thee!
Think’st thou of my maiden
In thy heart of glee?

I love her yet, the maiden–
And the maiden yet loves me!
For the maiden, many a blossom
I begged–and not in vain!
I came again a-begging,
And thou–thou givest again:
Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature’s darling thou–
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!

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