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the bridge and the dragon.
Just doom." So winter passed, and roaring March,
And April came, quick glimmering through God's arch.
And April came, quick glimmering through God's arch.
Ah, what a joy!—along fresh winking rills,
Crept the young green: the swallows, many a one,
Turned their far-travelled wings, and daffodils
Were merry in the heart-reviving sun.
The wind-flower pale and violet o'er the hills
Found footing here and there, and every dun,
Stark limb and twig emitted its soft flame;
And this was May, and with the rose she came.
Crept the young green: the swallows, many a one,
Turned their far-travelled wings, and daffodils
Were merry in the heart-reviving sun.
The wind-flower pale and violet o'er the hills
Found footing here and there, and every dun,
Stark limb and twig emitted its soft flame;
And this was May, and with the rose she came.
Did then the o'erburthened winds of May-time rave?
Or little daisies babble as they reeled?
Or came the word on some elysian wave,
That, to a maiden it had been revealed
How, praise to Christ, she might her people save?
Alone would she go forth through wood and field,
And passing o'er the dragon's fallen pride,
Meet them in joy upon the further side.
Or little daisies babble as they reeled?
Or came the word on some elysian wave,
That, to a maiden it had been revealed
How, praise to Christ, she might her people save?
Alone would she go forth through wood and field,
And passing o'er the dragon's fallen pride,
Meet them in joy upon the further side.
