THE SILVER THAW
THERE came a day of showersUpon the shrinking snow;The south wind sighed of flowers,The softening skies hung low.Midwinter for a spaceForeshadowing April's face,The white world caught the fancy,And would not let it go.In reawakened coursesThe brooks rejoiced the land;We dreamed the Spring's shy forcesWere gathering close at hand.The dripping buds were stirred,As if the sap had heardThe long-desired persuasionOf April's soft command.But antic Time had cheatedWith hope's elusive gleam;The phantom Spring, defeated,Fled down the ways of dream.And in the night the reignOf winter came again,With frost upon the forestAnd stillness on the stream.When morn in rose and crocusCame up the bitter sky,Celestial beams awoke usTo wondering ecstasy.The wizard Winter's spellHad wrought so passing well,That earth was bathed in glory,As if God's smile were nigh.The silver'd saplings, bending,Flashed in a rain of gems;The statelier trees, attending,Blazed in their diadems.White fire and amethystAll common things had kissed,And chrysolites and sapphiresAdorned the bramble-stems.In crystalline confusionAll beauty came to birth;It was a kind illusionTo comfort waiting earth—To bid the buds forgetThe Spring so distant yet,And hearts no more rememberThe iron season's dearth.
THERE came a day of showersUpon the shrinking snow;The south wind sighed of flowers,The softening skies hung low.Midwinter for a spaceForeshadowing April's face,The white world caught the fancy,And would not let it go.In reawakened coursesThe brooks rejoiced the land;We dreamed the Spring's shy forcesWere gathering close at hand.The dripping buds were stirred,As if the sap had heardThe long-desired persuasionOf April's soft command.But antic Time had cheatedWith hope's elusive gleam;The phantom Spring, defeated,Fled down the ways of dream.And in the night the reignOf winter came again,With frost upon the forestAnd stillness on the stream.When morn in rose and crocusCame up the bitter sky,Celestial beams awoke usTo wondering ecstasy.The wizard Winter's spellHad wrought so passing well,That earth was bathed in glory,As if God's smile were nigh.The silver'd saplings, bending,Flashed in a rain of gems;The statelier trees, attending,Blazed in their diadems.White fire and amethystAll common things had kissed,And chrysolites and sapphiresAdorned the bramble-stems.In crystalline confusionAll beauty came to birth;It was a kind illusionTo comfort waiting earth—To bid the buds forgetThe Spring so distant yet,And hearts no more rememberThe iron season's dearth.
THERE came a day of showersUpon the shrinking snow;The south wind sighed of flowers,The softening skies hung low.Midwinter for a spaceForeshadowing April's face,The white world caught the fancy,And would not let it go.
THERE came a day of showers
Upon the shrinking snow;
The south wind sighed of flowers,
The softening skies hung low.
Midwinter for a space
Foreshadowing April's face,
The white world caught the fancy,
And would not let it go.
In reawakened coursesThe brooks rejoiced the land;We dreamed the Spring's shy forcesWere gathering close at hand.The dripping buds were stirred,As if the sap had heardThe long-desired persuasionOf April's soft command.
In reawakened courses
The brooks rejoiced the land;
We dreamed the Spring's shy forces
Were gathering close at hand.
The dripping buds were stirred,
As if the sap had heard
The long-desired persuasion
Of April's soft command.
But antic Time had cheatedWith hope's elusive gleam;The phantom Spring, defeated,Fled down the ways of dream.And in the night the reignOf winter came again,With frost upon the forestAnd stillness on the stream.
But antic Time had cheated
With hope's elusive gleam;
The phantom Spring, defeated,
Fled down the ways of dream.
And in the night the reign
Of winter came again,
With frost upon the forest
And stillness on the stream.
When morn in rose and crocusCame up the bitter sky,Celestial beams awoke usTo wondering ecstasy.The wizard Winter's spellHad wrought so passing well,That earth was bathed in glory,As if God's smile were nigh.
When morn in rose and crocus
Came up the bitter sky,
Celestial beams awoke us
To wondering ecstasy.
The wizard Winter's spell
Had wrought so passing well,
That earth was bathed in glory,
As if God's smile were nigh.
The silver'd saplings, bending,Flashed in a rain of gems;The statelier trees, attending,Blazed in their diadems.White fire and amethystAll common things had kissed,And chrysolites and sapphiresAdorned the bramble-stems.
The silver'd saplings, bending,
Flashed in a rain of gems;
The statelier trees, attending,
Blazed in their diadems.
White fire and amethyst
All common things had kissed,
And chrysolites and sapphires
Adorned the bramble-stems.
In crystalline confusionAll beauty came to birth;It was a kind illusionTo comfort waiting earth—To bid the buds forgetThe Spring so distant yet,And hearts no more rememberThe iron season's dearth.
In crystalline confusion
All beauty came to birth;
It was a kind illusion
To comfort waiting earth—
To bid the buds forget
The Spring so distant yet,
And hearts no more remember
The iron season's dearth.