Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLOSSOM-TIME, by ZERA E. SETTERSTROM First Line: O blossom-time is on the hill Last Line: Till lo! The golden, ripened fruit! Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
O blossom-time is on the hill -- The drifting air comes strangely sweet As bird and butterfly at will Come trooping out, the Spring to greet! What reck they of the April rain? The fleeting cloud of sprightly May? Of every flower they take their fill But leave it kist by roundelay! O when I see the trees lift high Their arms against a beckoning sky, I know they hear in striving sod Through root and branch, the call of God! O blossom-time, how sweet, how brief Your glowing color, greening leaf! But patient hours bright dreams transmute -- Till lo! the golden, ripened fruit! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN |
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