Arthur Henry Adams

(6 December 1872 – 4 March 1936 / Lawrence / New Zealand)

A Spring Sonnet - Poem by Arthur Henry Adams

Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
And all the night with wonder was a-swoon.
A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things;
Some unseen hand hovered above the strings:
Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune.
And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed
In her grey robe against the coming heat.
A pulse awoke within the stirring street--
The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown,
And through the quiet of the colonnade
The smoky perfume of boronia blown.


Comments about A Spring Sonnet by Arthur Henry Adams

  • Gold Star - 23,446 Points * Sunprincess * (6/2/2014 10:43:00 PM)

    ...........oh this is truly a beautiful poem.....and spring is a magical time....one of my favourite seasons....loved (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jonathan Shaw (9/22/2005 2:17:00 AM)

    I just spoke to an 80 year old man who was searching for this poem, remembering only the phrase 'smoky perfume of boronia blown', which had stayed with him since he first read the poem about 70 years ago. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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