Ode On The Spring
Lo!
where
the
rosy-bosom'd
Hours,
Fair
Venus'
train
appear,
Disclose
the
long-expecting
flowers,
And
wake
the
purple
year!
The
Attic
warbler
pours
her
throat,
Responsive
to
the
cuckoo's
note,
The
untaught
harmony
of
spring:
While
whisp'ring
pleasure
as
they
fly,
Cool
zephyrs
thro'
the
clear
blue
sky
Their
gather'd
fragrance
fling.
Where'er
the
oak's
thick
branches
stretch
A
broader,
browner
shade;
Where'er
the
rude
and
moss-grown
beech
O'er-canopies
the
glade,
Beside
some
water's
rushy
brink
With
me
the
Muse
shall
sit,
and
think
(At
ease
reclin'd
in
rustic
state)
How
vain
the
ardour
of
the
crowd,
How
low,
how
little
are
the
proud,
How
indigent
the
great!
Still
is
the
toiling
hand
of
Care:
The
panting
herds
repose:
Yet
hark,
how
thro'
the
peopled
air
The
busy
murmur
glows!
The
insect
youth
are
on
the
wing,
Eager
to
taste
the
honied
spring,
And
float
amid
the
liquid
noon:
Some
lightly
o'er
the
current
skim,
Some
show
their
gaily-gilded
trim
Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray (born Dec. 26, 1716, London—died July 30, 1771, Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, Eng.) English poet whose “An Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard” is one of the best known of English lyric poems. Although his literary output was slight, he was the dominant poetic figure in the mid-18th century and a precursor of the Romantic movement.