Here you will find thePoemSpringof poet Lord Alfred Douglas
Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again ! (I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.) Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear, And washed quite clean with rain ; And tar below my heart stirred with the year, Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain Rise up and hear The voices in the valleys, run to meet The songs and shadows. O wake up again ! Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t (Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.) Put out green leaves ! The moon was in the skies, All night she wakes and weaves. The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes, Like fairies' eyes. O trees so black and bare, Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves; For nothing dies, The songs that are, are silences that were, Summer was Winter. O put but green leaves! Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth ! (All day the lark has sung a madrigal.) Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet And waits thy patient birth, Waits for the jonquil and the violet, The violet. Full soon the heavy pall Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth Some rivulet Will bubble in my wilderness, some call Will touch my silence. O break through the earth.
