Once more the Heavenly Power <br />Makes all things new, <br />And domes the red-plowed hills <br />With loving blue; <br />The blackbirds have their wills, <br />The throstles too. <br /> <br />Opens a door in Heaven; <br />From skies of glass <br />A Jacob's ladder falls <br />On greening grass, <br />And o'er the mountain-walls <br />Young angels pass. <br /> <br />Before them fleets the shower, <br />And burst the buds, <br />And shine the level lands, <br />And flash the floods; <br />The stars are from their hands <br />Flung through the woods, <br /> <br />The woods with living airs <br />How softly fanned, <br />Light airs from where the deep, <br />All down the sand, <br />Is breathing in his sleep, <br />Heard by the land. <br /> <br />O, follow, leaping blood, <br />The season's lure! <br />O heart, look down and up, <br />Serene, secure, <br />Warm as the crocus cup, <br />Like snow-drops, pure! <br /> <br />Past, Future glimpse and fade <br />Through some slight spell, <br />A gleam from yonder vale, <br />Some far blue fell; <br />And sympathies, how frail, <br />In sound and smell! <br /> <br />Till at thy chuckled note, <br />Thou twinkling bird, <br />The fairy fancies range, <br />And, lightly stirred, <br />Ring little bells of change <br />From word to word. <br /> <br />For now the Heavenly Power <br />Makes all things new, <br />And thaws the cold, and fills <br />The flower with dew; <br />The blackbirds have their wills, <br />The poets too.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-spring-8/
