Here you will find the Poem Spring of poet William Wilfred Campbell
There dwells a spirit in the budding year- As motherhood doth beautify the face- That even lends these barren glebes a grace, And fills grey hours with beauty that were drear And bleak when the loud, storming March was here: A glamour that the thrilled heart dimly traces In swelling boughs and soft, wet, windy spaces, And sunlands where the chattering birds make cheer. I thread the uplands where the wind's footfalls Stir leaves in gusty hollows, autumn's urns. Seaward the river's shining breast expands, High in the windy pines a lone crow calls, And far below some patient ploughman turns His great black furrow over steaming lands.
