Paris In Spring
Spring Poems
Poem by Sara Teasdale
Paris In Spring
The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
But the rain-drops still are clinging
And falling one by one --
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time has begun.
I know the Bois is twinkling
In a sort of hazy sheen,
And down the Champs the gray old arch
Stands cold and still between.
But the walk is flecked with sunlight
Where the great acacias lean,
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And the leaves are growing green.
The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead,
There falls a dash of rain,
But who would care when such an air
Comes blowing up the Seine?
And still Ninette sits sewing
Beside her window-pane,
When it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time's come again.
- Poem by Sara Teasdale
Written In Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.
William Wordsworth
Spring has returned. The Earth
is like a child that knows poems.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
It's spring fever...
You don't quite know what it is you
DO want, but it just fairly makes
your heart ache, you want it so!
- Mark Twain
Spring is nature's
way of saying,
"Let's party!"
- Robin Williams
ROMANTIC
