The Spring is at the door:
She bears a golden store.
Her maund with yellow daffodils runneth o'er.
Her rosy feet are bare,
The wind is in her hair,
And O her eyes are April eyes, very fair.
After her footsteps follow
The mullein and the mallow;
She scatters golden powder on the sallow
She brings the crocus white,
And golden aconite:
She brings desire and doubting and delight.
I am busy working to bring Nora Hopper Chesson's "Spring Song" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Nora Hopper Chesson's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Spring Song" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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