Thomas Bailey Aldrich

(November 11, 1836 – March 19, 1907 / Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

A Touch Of Nature - Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould,
And folded green things in dim woods unclose
Their crinkled spears, a sudden tremor goes
Into my veins and makes me kith and kin
To every wild-born thing that thrills and blows.
Sitting beside this crumbling sea-coal fire,
Here in the city's ceaseless roar and din,
Far from the brambly paths I used to know,
Far from the rustling brooks that slip and shine
Where the Neponset alders take their glow,
I share the tremulous sense of bud and briar
And inarticulate ardors of the vine.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/27/2016 3:54:00 AM)

    Superb poem, To every wild-born thing that thrills and blows.
    Sitting beside this crumbling sea-coal fire,
    Here in the city's ceaseless roar and din,
    Far from the brambly paths I used to know, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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