Poems (Spofford)/O Soft Spring Airs
O SOFT SPRING AIRS!
Come up, come up, O soft spring airs,
Come from your silver shining seas,
Where all day long you toss the wave
About the low and palm-plumed keys!
Come from your silver shining seas,
Where all day long you toss the wave
About the low and palm-plumed keys!
Forsake the spicy lemon groves,
The balms and blisses of the South,
And blow across the longing land
The breath of your delicious mouth.
The balms and blisses of the South,
And blow across the longing land
The breath of your delicious mouth.
Come from the almond bough you stir,
The myrtle thicket where you sigh;
Oh, leave the nightingale, for here
The robin whistles far and nigh!
The myrtle thicket where you sigh;
Oh, leave the nightingale, for here
The robin whistles far and nigh!
For here the violet in the wood
Thrills with the fullness you shall take,
And wrapped away from life and love
The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake.
Thrills with the fullness you shall take,
And wrapped away from life and love
The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake.
For here in reed and rush and grass,
And tiptoe in the dusk and dew,
Each sod of the brown earth aspires
To meet the sun, the sun and you.
And tiptoe in the dusk and dew,
Each sod of the brown earth aspires
To meet the sun, the sun and you.
Then come, O fresh spring airs, once more
Create the old delightful things,
And woo the frozen world again
With hints of heaven upon your wings!
Create the old delightful things,
And woo the frozen world again
With hints of heaven upon your wings!