Spring Poems to Memorize

Spring can inspire the most beautiful poems and stories, considering its’ showcase of blossoms, re-birth, and colors.  A simple walk down the lane may be filled with delights to awaken the senses of sight, sound, and scent.  It is no wonder the poets of the world have honored this season with the loveliest words over the centuries. 

This spring, how about getting familiar with some of these beautiful poems that regale all that captures us in this season?  How about even memorizing some of these poems?  Wouldn’t it be wonderful to pull from your mind the exact words to describe the spectacular visions you behold?

My favorite Spring Poems

Today I’d love to share with you some of my favorite spring poems.  These treasures are short and sweet, and easy to memorize.  I’ve especially enjoyed hearing my children recite “The Violet” by heart and discussing the merits of humility that it represents.  Sometimes art can convey a Truth far better than I ever can…

I hope these poems inspire you. 

The Violet

By Jane Taylor

Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew, 
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, 
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower, 
Its colours bright and fair; 
It might have graced a rosy bower, 
Instead of hiding there, 
 
Yet there it was content to bloom, 
In modest tints arrayed; 
And there diffused its sweet perfume, 
Within the silent shade. 
 
Then let me to the valley go, 
This pretty flower to see; 
That I may also learn to grow 
In sweet humility.

A Prayer in Spring

by Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; 
And give us not to think so far away 
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year. 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; 
And make us happy in the happy bees, 
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. 

And make us happy in the darting bird 
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, 
And off a blossom in mid air stands still. 

For this is love and nothing else is love, 
The which it is reserved for God above 
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil. 

The Lilacs

by Edgar Albert Guest

I ALWAYS think of mother, when
The lilac tree’s in bloom,
It seems her soul comes back again
Upon its sweet perfume.
And every opal spire that sways
Out in the summer sun
Brings back the good old golden days
Before her work was done.

‘T was there her smile seemed sweetest, and
‘T was there her eyes were brightest, 
‘T was there that gentlest was her hand,
And there her heart was lightest.
And now when blooms the lilac tree
I feel that she is near me,
Come back again the flowers to see,
To comfort and to cheer me.

All mothers love a lilac tree,
And that is why I love it;
The blossoms know, it seems to me,
That angels bend above it.
And when the blooms return again
My skies become the clearest,
Because I seem to feel just then
That mother, dear, is nearest.