Where now the seamew pipes, or dives The happy birds, that change their sky From land to land; and in my breast And buds and blossoms like the rest. Alfred, Lord Tennyson ... Ja... O FROM AN OLD RITUAL DWELLERS in the dust, arise, Lift all your golden faces now, You quince and thorn and apple bough, O dwellers in the frost, awake, Your being as of old. You frogs and newts and creatures small In the pervading urge of spring, Who taught you in the dreary fall To guess so glad a thing? From every swale your watery notes, Piercing the rainy cedar lands, O dwellers in the desperate dark, Let the great flood of spring's return And children of the snow. Bliss Carman APRIL WEATHER OON, ah, soon the April weather With the sunshine at the door, And the mellow melting rain-wind Sweeping from the South once more. Soon the rosy maples budding, In the valleys of the North. Soon the hazy purple distance, Where the cabined heart takes wing, Eager for the old migration In the magic of the spring. Soon, ah, soon the budding windflowers Through the forest white and frail, And the odorous wild cherry Gleaming in her ghostly veil. Soon, about the waking uplands Children of the first warm sunlight All our shining little sisters Soon across the folding twilight Soon the waking and the summons, Soon the frogs in silver chorus Through the night, from marsh and swale, Blowing in their tiny oboes All the joy that shall not fail, Passing up the old earth rapture Soon, ah, soon the splendid impulse, Soon the majesty, the vision, And the old unfaltering dream, Faith to follow, strength to stablish, Will to venture and to seem; All the radiance, the glamour, Soon the immemorial magic Bliss Carman D DIFFUGERE NIVES IFFUGERE nives, redeunt iam gramina campis Arboribusque comae; Mutat terra vices et decrescentia ripas Flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet Immortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum Frigora mitescunt Zephyris, ver proterit aestas, Pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae: Quo pius Aeneas, quo Tullus dives et Ancus, Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae Cuncta manus avidas fugient heredis, amico Quae dederis animo. Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos Non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum Nec Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere caro VENUS GENETRIX Horace A ENEADUM genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas, Alma Venus, caeli subter labentia signa Quae mare navigerum, quae terras frugiferentis Concelebras, per te quoniam genus omne animan tum Concipitur visitque exortum lumina solis: Lucretius WE THE HOUNDS OF SPRING HEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, |