The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-04-28
SPRING AND THE POETS.
Nature Reawakening After Her VIM
ter's sleep Makes Music in the Heart.

Is II TO be wondered at that the poets
sing Of spring? We think not when we
consider the awakening 10 beauty OF this
most inspiring of the seasons. \ sensi-
tive mind, always keenly alive 10 changes
OF environment, responds TO the touching
OF certain chords Summer brings forth
an answering note of calm content with
its ripened and mellow fairness: autumn
a melancholy which yinter Gains into
resignation, until spring touches IL into
rejoicing. Deeply alive TO this inspira-
ton OF hope is the poet: the burden OF
an overfiowirg heart bursts into song.
and in the movement OF its meter ave
seem TO hear the rushing Of the mountain
torrent. which only a little while ago
flashed In the moonlight snow wreath
on some lonely summit: or we catch the
echo OF the babbling stream as II winds
its way through tfe valley; we
seem to feel the reyiving warmth OF the
sunshine. and the tints OF the flowers
mingle with vague sense OF their frag-
rance.
Led by the hand OF the poet, we walk
in dewy forests, those ''haunts OF ancient
peace" where the very revival OF the
year is subdued into a sacred silence
broken only by the fluttering OF bird
or leaf or the dreamy sound OF some hid
den stream. like hushed voices I'm great
cathedral; Ia the measure OF his verse
we listen 10 the low music OF the wind
I'm the tree tops. and we feel
THE matchless harmony OF the spring
Awakening within the forest dim"
The poet speaks of II as the boyhood
OF the year and we are impressed with its
eternally reviving youth. It's very moods
are youthful In their rapid recurrence OF
smiles and tears,
like souls that balance Joy and pain,
with tears and smiles from heaven again
The maiden spring upon the plain
Came in a sunlit fall Of rain"
How beautiful are the clouds In the
springtime, constant revelation OF
VARYING and shsdowy forms. we watch
depths OF blue like glimpses OF sleep
Ing sea Flying before the sun their
feecy whiteness dazzles the eye.
The clouds are pure and white
As focks new shorn.
And fresh from the clean brook
It IS a season alive with voices from
the time when
.'rhe genial call dead nature hears.
And in her glory reappears."
Fchoing with songs OF the birds IN every
happy land that Is blessed with their mel.
oay.
And through deep hollis. new flushed
with May
Ring sudden daughters OF the Jay"
The skylark that rapturous voice OF the
Almighty Giver.'' ringing down the long
senturtes OF English verse. unseen. and
vet I hear thy shrili delight" draws our
souls inward toward the blue as from
the earth Il mounts like a cloud OF fire.
The nightingale. that RECONCILIATION Of
bird melody.
.sPours his rich music Of love lore
To the night entranced with his song.
Till the earth awakens 20 springtims
And ;hrobs with It's passion strong"
The evadlng voice of the cuckoo calls
20 our mind the lines
20 Cuckoo. shall 1 call thee bird
or but a wandering voice"
and II seems a tuneful mystery. hidden
we know not where.
poet 70 the flowers. and watch spring
weaving her eternal tapestries on the
htl1slses blossoms Eltsten here and there,
the tipgla OF the bluebell IA heard. and
the voice ~ the lily filled with It's prom
ise OF Easter.
''Deep from the bosom OF the sunny lea
Rises newborn race % flowers"
They open their eyes. as IL were, upon
new world. while
Universal Pan
Knit with the graces and the hours in
dance
Leads on the eternal spring"
At evening the haouotonous croakirg Of
,he frogs f. heard. and IN the morning a
thousand bees are robhing innumerahls
flowers OF their sweetness, The ardent
rnarigoIds and sweet peas on tiptoe for
a slight"
We canuo, b1t zeal the hope which ma
tu-e breathes about Us. Our hearts beat Ia
unison WITH.
Tho songs re stirring air,
THE life re-nrfent ont 81 dust
Truly. snring "a the poets season. go
rs~IaHv ~ ne Re anything of n seer. her
PROMISES ana rrophesies are conts gtous.
He listens snd hears a tender stirring IN
The bosom % our mother earth. an inspir-
ing harmony Of hopes and aspirations
Il thrills hirn with the divine JOY OF tire
becoming a symbol ~ TIRE soul IN IT'S
endless striving for the beyond.