When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
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A grand welcome of April and the advent of spring with magical manifestations of nature accompanying it are wonderfully described by the master craftsman in this marvelous song.
The softly-warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along The forest openings.
Interesting reading this poem (my first time) by Longfellow and noticing, along with some things I like, the way he leaves logic to make rhymes. E.g., is it a still wood, or is it a plain? It can’t be both. And if the drooping tree revives, is it still striken with winter’s cold? I do like and relate to the bright sun that moves along the forest openings and the gray rocks inverted in the tide. -GK
Life's golden fruit is shed........so true. Beautiful poem on metaphor base startlingly shared.
Inverted in the tide! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such an epic work by great poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow👍👍👍
though stricken to the heart by winter cold, The drooping tree revives
Nature bounces back in every way, and the earth is beautiful again.
The succession of crystal pictures causes me to sigh with a starry eye.
Only Henry Wadsworth Longfellow could write a captivating poem like this! 5 Stars full and thank you so much for sharing