English poem
A Spring Memory
by Bliss Carman
O my dear, the world once more Now is lovely as of yore! Every laden apple bough Blossoms in the orchard now, And the hang-birds build and sing In the paradise of spring.
Sweetly falls the whispering rain On earth's loveliness again, And the wood-thrush as of old Sounds upon his flute of gold His serene immortal psalm Through the twilight's pulsing calm.
All the passion of old years, All their sorrows, joys and fears, Meet and blend in that fine strain,— Like a mystical refrain Of sheer rapture beyond thought, Which no poet ever caught.
As I listen, dearest dear, Your transcending voice I hear, And your joy comes back to me In the fragrant lilac tree Flowering at the open door Of the House of Life once more.
Once again I see you stand In the field, and spread your hand Over the wild rose to bless Its beauty in your tenderness,— And no poet ever told Half the treasure heart can hold.