The Melody of Earth / An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems From Present-Day Poets - Unknown

And in my sister's garden
Where little breezes run,
The golden daffodillies
Are blowing in the sun.

Bliss Carman

With memories and odors
The wind is warm and mild;
The earth is like a mother
Where leaps the unborn child.

The grackles flock returning
Like rain-clouds from the south.
And all the world lies yearning
Toward summer, mouth to mouth.

How soft the hills and hazy
Seen through the open door!—
The crocus shines, a virgin,
White from the grassy floor.

The children whirl around in a ring,
And laugh and sing, and dance and sing:
But the blackbird whistles clear,
O clear,
"The Spring, the Spring!"

John Hall Wheelock