Spring Poems
The Slave Dealer
by Thomas Pringle
From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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Saul
by Robert Browning
I.
Said Abner, ''At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak,
''Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' Then I wished it, and did kiss his cheek.
And he, ''Since the King, O my friend, for thy countenance sent,
''Neither drunken nor eaten have we; nor until from his tent
''Thou return with the joyful assurance the King liveth yet,
''Shall our lip with the honey be bright, with the water be wet.
''For out of the black mid-tent's silence, a space of three days,
''Not a sound hath escaped to thy servants, of prayer nor of praise,
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Hymn To Pan
by Aleister Crowley
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
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Christmas Is Really For The Children
by Steve Turner
Christmas is really
for the children.
Especially for children
who like animals, stables,
stars and babies wrapped
in swaddling clothes.
Then there are wise men,
kings in fine robes,
humble shepherds and a
hint of rich perfume.
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Spring
by Michael Reid
The winds of spring they dance and sing
And frolic through the trees
And look silently in contemplation
Of the young man that they see
He walks through life in wonderment
Amazed at the unknown
The silent loudness of the beauty
That nature calls its home
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Flowers in the desert
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Flowers in the desert
Vibrantly grow forth
In yellows and purples
Despite the salty Earth
And when I think about
How birds can fly at all
I am reminded that
Anything is possible.
Bees labor not in vain
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Bees labor not in vain
For their task is plain.
Listen - how they hum
Around the myoporum.
Purple buds then show forth
Declaring their handiwork.
April – breezy and demure –
by Amy Michelle Mosier
April – breezy and demure –
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm.
Here is a seat of nature –
A trunk on which to sit.
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble –
I’d been waiting for it.
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Cheery Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Green
has graced
everything.
Tulips tango,
Red cardinals sing.
Come down to the hued fields
where the grape hyacinths bloom;
and the yellow daffodils smile.
We'll greet exhilarating, fresh thrills,
when apricot sun climbs over the hills.
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (47 poems about Spring)
28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main -
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