A Battle of The Elements.

From: The Bird and the Bell with Other Poems (1875)
Author: Christopher Pearse Cranch
Published: Osgood and Company 1875 Boston


THE warring hosts of Winter and of Spring
Are hurtling o’er the plains.
All night I heard their battle-clarions ring,
And jar the window-panes.

The arrowy sleet is rattling on the glass;
The sky a vault of stone;
The untimely snows besiege the sprouting grass;
The elm-trees toss and moan.

Their swelling buds curl backward as they swing;
The crocus in its sheath
Listens, a watchful sentinel, till Spring
Shall melt the snow’s last wreath.

The saddened robins flit through leafless trees,
And chirp with tuneless voice,
And wait the conquering sun, the unbinding breeze;
They cannot yet rejoice.

Slowly the victor Spring her foe outflanks,
And countermines his snows;
Then, unawares, along the grassy banks
Her ambushed violets throws.

Soon she will mask with buds of fragrant white
Her arsenals of thorns,
And lift her rose-bush banners to the light
Of soul-entrancing morns.

Along the fields her fairy troops shall hide,
And conquer by their grace,
And shake their flowery crests, and far and wide
The surly frosts displace;

Till all the woods are ringing with the glee
And prophecy of change
That melts the past and sets the present free
Through Summer’s perfect range.

0 flagging spring of Honor and of Truth,
Shalt thou not victor be,
And bring again the faith the nation’s youth
Made one with Liberty?

Shall the new birth America has known
Amid her battle-throes
Prove a nipped blossom, blighted ere ‘t is blown,
Or a perennial rose?

April 21, 1874.

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