William Wilfred Campbell - Spring

There dwells a spirit in the budding year- <br />As motherhood doth beautify the face- <br />That even lends these barren glebes a grace, <br />And fills grey hours with beauty that were drear <br />And bleak when the loud, storming March was here: <br />A glamour that the thrilled heart dimly traces <br />In swelling boughs and soft, wet, windy spaces, <br />And sunlands where the chattering birds make cheer. <br />I thread the uplands where the wind's footfalls <br />Stir leaves in gusty hollows, autumn's urns. <br />Seaward the river's shining breast expands, <br />High in the windy pines a lone crow calls, <br />And far below some patient ploughman turns <br />His great black furrow over steaming lands.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-192/