'Tis May now in New England

Oh, once I could not understand The sob within the throat of spring,— The shrilling of the frogs, nor why The birds so passionately sing.That was before your beauty came…

Oh, well the world is dreaming Under the April moon, Her soul in love with beauty, Her senses all a-swoon!Pure hangs the silver crescent…

IWho called us forth out of darkness and gave us the gift of life, Who set our hands to the toiling, our feet in the field of strife?Darkly they mused, predestined to knowledge of viewless things, Sowing the seed of wisdom, guarding the living springs.Little they reckoned privation, hunger or hardship or cold, If only the life might prosper, and the joy that grows not old.With sorceries subtler than music, with knowledge older than speech,…

At evening and at morning By an enchanted way I walk the world in wonder, And have no word to say.It is the path we traversed…

Once more in misted April The world is growing green. Along the winding river The plumey willows lean.Beyond the sweeping meadows…

I know a vale where I would go one day, When June comes back and all the world once more Is glad with summer. Deep with shade it lies, A mighty cleft in the green bosoming hills,…

I hear you, Brother, I hear you, Down in the alder swamp, Springing your woodland whistle To herald the April pomp!First of the moving vanguard,…

There is a world of being We range from pole to pole, Through seasons of the spirit And weather of the soul.It has its new-born Aprils,…