“Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.” ArtNamesSpeakSunLandWindMonthsSpringPraiseTrainGladPassingPassingsWelcomeTheeLoudGentleGloriousMarchBleakStormy Author:William C. Bryant
“A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.” NightSoundAirWindDistanceMelancholySighDwelling Author:William C. Bryant
“Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?” HoursMorningWindKissingRoseBlowJune Author:William C. Bryant
“I hear the howl of the wind that brings The long drear storm on its heavy wings.” LongWindWingsHeavyStormHowl Author:William C. Bryant
“Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew; Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.” LightHoursWhiteAirWindFlowerBlueDepthRoundsCloudsCurrentsSnowGrassCheeksBeesBoresUnseenDroppingFlewDewMaidensLingeringMurmuringWhite Clouds Author:William C. Bryant
“The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.” LastsSkyWindCloudsMarchValleysBlastRushingStormySnowy Author:William C. Bryant
“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.” YearsFallSadnessWindWoodsNakedBrownAutumnMelancholyNovemberMeadowsSaddestWailingAutumn DaysSearsAutumn Wind Author:William C. Bryant
“The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.” GivingHandsWindMastersKeysSummerDepthForestsThanksPrimeBroadsConcertsOrgansJulyHymnsGladnessFervorWoodland Author:William C. Bryant
“When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.” AirTreeSkyWindFlowerGrewBirdWingsGoldenMultipleInsectsJuneAprilScarletHummingMapleChalice Author:William C. Bryant
