Spring – A Node
How sweetly on the balmy air
Steals in the mellow breath of spring!
The breeze is full of — I declare!
Heap on the coal here! doesn't it sting!
I hear the robin's cheery song;
The Phebe calls th' awakening flowers,
And fast they flock, — Ugh! how this strong
North-easter rattles at the doors!
The dewy-hearted Violet
Sweetly to Hyacinthus tells
Her love in odorous — Well, you bet!
By dose ruds so it dever sbells!
All blooms the new-born year renews,
And warms to life the very stones;
The sky's blue deepens, — Faith, the blues
Have struck me to my marrow bones!
Pure incense of the earth once more,
Warm effluence of the clods that yearn
To perfect greenness, — Shut that door!
What ails the fire? Will't never burn!
Hail, hopeful Advent! Prophet, hail!
Hail, happy hour when green hills laugh!
All flowers that blow, — There, what a gale!
There's too much blow and hail by half!
Dear Spring! the tenderest child of Time,
Thou whole delight of soul and eye,
Stay! - Hang the mittens! if I must rhyme,
O Spring, I'll wait till next July!
- Title
- Spring – A Node
- Alternative Title
- How sweetly on the balmy air
- Creator
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George Shepard Burleigh
- Bibliographic Citation
- George S. Burleigh Papers, 1825-1902. John Hay Library, Brown University. Large Scrapbook 350.
- Oliver Optic's Magazine: Our Boys and Girls, 3:69:267 (April 25, 1868).
- Date
- 1868
- Subject
- Seasons - Spring
- Humor
- Media
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Spring - A Node