Near and Far
The air is full of perfume and the promise of the
spring,
From wintry mould the dainty blossoms come;
There's not a bird in all the boughs but 's eager
now to sing,
And from afar a ship is sailing home!
The cherry-blooms, all lightly blown about the ver-
dant sward,
With silver fleck the dandelion's gold;
The jasmine and arbutus breathe the fragrance
they have stored;
The crumpled ferns, like faery tents, unfold.
And low the rills are laughing, and the rivers in
the sun
Are gliding on, impatient for the sea;
The wintry days are past and gone, the summer is
begun,
And love from far is sailing home to me!
Ah, blessed spring!—how far more sweet than
any spring of yore!
No note of all thy harmonies is dumb;
With thee my heart awakes to hope and happiness
once more,
And from afar a ship is sailing home!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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