Scrap that Poetry #14...April by John Greenleaf Whittier

Its time for a new poem and challenge at Scrap That Poetry. This week's poem is April by John Greenleaf Whittier...

'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird

In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;

For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,

And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;

Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white,

On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light,

O'er the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots

The frosty flake eddies, the ice-crystal shoots;

And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps,

Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,

With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers

We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south!

For the touch of thy light wings, the kiss of thy mouth;

For the yearly evangel thou bearest from God,

Resurrection and life to the graves of the sod!

Up our long river-valley, for days, have not ceased

The wail and the shriek of the bitter northeast,

Raw and chill, as if winnowed through ices and snow,

All the way from the land of the wild Esquimau,

Until all our dreams of the land of the blest,

Like that red hunter's, turn to the sunny southwest.

O soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath,

Bring warmth to this coldness, bring life to this death;

Renew the great miracle; let us behold

The stone from the mouth of the sepulchre rolled,

And Nature, like Lazarus, rise, as of old!

Let our faith, which in darkness and coldness has lain,

Revive with the warmth and the brightness again,

And in blooming of flower and budding of tree

The symbols and types of our destiny see;

The life of the spring-time, the life of the whole,

And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul

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