George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
Primavera, the Breath of SpringWilliam Ellery Channing (18181901)
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And the leap of the deer thro’ the deep wild wood,
And the eyes of the flowers with that gentle look
That shines in the hearts of the truly good,
Dost thou refresh my weary mood.
Where the buds of the trees and their hearts of fire
Start to the song of thy harps of gold
As the maiden with a timid desire
At the thrill of her love’s soft lyre.
With a light caress like a mother’s smile,
And the bright, soft grass to thy impulse yields
The green of its life that has slept the while;
Sweet Spring! Thou knowest many a wile.
To the heavy hearts of my fellow-men;
To the windows dark of the thick-built town,
And the scholar who sits with his tiresome pen,
In the shadow of his den.
Along the roadway where the foot-path goes,
And, ferns, in the pines where the rivers glide,
Be as cheerful as where the musk-rose blows,
And gay as a child each thing that grows.