EARLY SPRING.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 741, 14 May 1886, Page 4

EARLY SPRING.

BY LORD TENNYSON. Once more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new. And domes the red-plow’d hills With loving blue ; The blackbirds have their wills, The throstles too. Opens a doors in Heaven ; From skies of glass Jacob’s ladder falls On greening grass, And o’er the mountain walls Young angels pass. Before them fleets the showers, And burst the buds, And shine the level lands, And flash the floods; The stars are from their hands Flung thro’ the woods. The words with living airs How softly fann’d, Light airs from where the deep All down the sand, Is breathing in his sleep, Heard by the land. O follow, leaping blood, The season’s lure ! O heart, look down and up, Serene, secure. Warm as the crocus cup. Like snowdrop, pure 1 Past, Future, glimpse and fade Thro’ some slight spell, A gleam from yonder vale, Some fair blue fell ; And sympathies, how frail, In sound and smell. Till at thy chuckled note, Thou twinkling bird, The fairy fancies range, And, lightly stirred, Ring little bells of change From word to word. For now the Heavenly Power Makes all things new, And thaws the cold, and fills The flower with dew; The blackbirds have their wills, The throstles too.