名人诗歌|ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (15)

O HEARKEN, all ye little weeds That lie beneath the snow, （So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low！） The sun hath risen for royal deeds, A valiant^{1 wind the vanguard leads； Now quicken ye, lest unborn seeds Before ye rise and blow.}

O furry^{2 living things, adream On winter's drowsy3 breast, （How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest！） Arise and follow where a gleam Of wizard gold unbinds the stream, And all the woodland windings4 seem With sweet expectance blest.}

My birds, come back！ the hollow sky Is weary for your note. （Sweetthroat, come back！ O liquid, mellow^{5 throat！） Ere May's soft minions6 hereward fly, Shame on ye, Laggards7, to deny The brooding breast, the sun-bright eye, The tawny8, shining coat！}