A light exists in Spring

photo by Martin Dolan

Two more March poems, the first, by Emily Dickinson:

 

"A light exists in Spring
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here."
-  Emily Dickinson 

The second one, by Christina Rossetti:


Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;

Where in the whitethorn
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
We spread no snare;

Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be."
-  Christina Rossetti, Spring Quiet