The Last Spring
1882-1932
The first glad token of the Spring is here
That bears each time one miracle the more,
For in the sunlight is the golden ore,
The joyous promise of a waking year;
And in that promise all clouds disappear
And youth itself comes back as once before,
For only dreams are real in April's store
When buds are bursting and the skies are clear.
Fair Season! at your touch the sleeping land
Quickens to rapture, and a rosy flame
Is the old signal of awakening;
Thus in a mystery I understand
The deepest meaning of your lovely name --
How it will be in that perpetual Spring!
DayPoems Poem No. 1335
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1335.html">The Last Spring by Thomas S. Jones Jr.</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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