Here you will find thePoemSpring Songof poet Roderic Quinn
SING out and be happy! The Spring is at hand, The grass green, and sappy The trees o' the land. Sing! for the breeze is Rustling and silky, And toys with and teases Long blossoms and milky. The root in the juices Unfrosted drinks deep; The loving wave sluices The weeds as they sleep. Sing out! for the bees in Their quest of wild honey Are haunting the trees in Green places and sunny. Distant blue reaches And green hills invite, Green hills and long beaches And roads red and white. Locked waters are calling With many gold voices, Where tides gently falling Make soft liquid noises. Broad-spreading sun-glamour Wraps blossom and stream, Gold-tinting the armour Of beetles that dream. Full-sunned on lit ledges The bronze lizard dozes, And painting proud ridges Grow tiny pink roses. Sing out! and let trouble Another pursue: It will burst like a bubble And vanish for you. Out, out on old Sorrow, Who skulks in her sable! Laugh gaily, and borrow Gay laughs while you're able. If any care rankles ? Away! and behold Pink feet and white ankles On beaches of gold, And surf that runs after To kiss clinging dresses, And white teeth and laughter, And wild clinging tresses!
