Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again ! <br />(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.) <br />Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear, <br />And washed quite clean with rain ; <br />And tar below my heart stirred with the year, <br />Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet <br />Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain <br />Rise up and hear <br />The voices in the valleys, run to meet <br />The songs and shadows. O wake up again ! <br /> <br />Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t <br />(Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.) <br />Put out green leaves ! The moon was in the skies, <br />All night she wakes and weaves. <br />The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes, <br />Like fairies' eyes. O trees so black and bare, <br />Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves; <br />For nothing dies, <br />The songs that are, are silences that were, <br />Summer was Winter. O put but green leaves! <br /> <br />Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth ! <br />(All day the lark has sung a madrigal.) <br />Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet <br />And waits thy patient birth, <br />Waits for the jonquil and the violet, <br />The violet. Full soon the heavy pall <br />Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth <br />Some rivulet <br />Will bubble in my wilderness, some call <br />Will touch my silence. O break through the earth.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-190/
