When Spring Goes By Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

When Spring Goes By

Rating: 3.1


The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
Where the first robin on the sheltered hill
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
Hear him again, "Spring! Spring!" He seems to cry,
Haunting the fall of the flute-throated rill,
That keeps a gentle, constant, silver thrill,
While he is restless in his ecstasy.

Ah! the soft budding of the virginal woods,
Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes:
There's the new moon where the clear sunset floods,
A trace of dew upon the rose leaf sky;
And hark! what rapture the glad robin wakes-
"When Spring goes by; Spring! Spring! When
Spring goes by."

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liliana ~el 23 September 2013

A sudden darkness. Haunting beauty.. graceful. :)

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Paul Reed 23 September 2014

While he is restless in his ecstasy - brilliant line

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 23 September 2014

When we try to get something we are restless so the case with Robin lovely

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Mac Che 23 January 2023

When spring goes everything will be pale!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 March 2024

LAST BUT NOT LEAST: CONGRATULATIONS being The Modern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars! Lovely poem

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 March 2024

THREE: the central theme of the poem is about the renewal, awakening, and beauty associated with springtime in the natural world

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 March 2024

TWO: The rill (a small stream) maintains a constant silver thrill, reflecting the freshness and vitality of spring. The narrator is overwhelmed by the beauty of the virginal woods and the frail fruit trees.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 March 2024

ONE: A nature poem that beautifully captures the arrival of spring through vivid sensory imagery. The winds, which softly lie on the uplands, grow keener as spring approaches. The first robin sings, heralding the season's arrival.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 23 January 2023

the soft budding of the virginal woods, Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes: beautiful poem penned; nice to read

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