No Time Like Spring

Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) was an English poet who came from a family of literary accomplishment. Christina began writing as a child and published her first poem when she was eighteen years old. Rosetti was a person of deep faith, which is evidenced in her poetry and three books of devotions. Rosetti is best known for her poem, “In the Bleak Midwinter”, which is still a beloved Christmas carol today. (The United Methodist Hymnal #221)

What can I give him? Poor as I am;
If I were a shepherd, I would give a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
But what I can I give him; Give him my heart.

One of Rosetti’s most popular poems is simply entitled Spring.

Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death. 

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap, put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track, –
God guides their wing,
God spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour. 

There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die, –
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.

Indeed, there is no time like spring.

[i] Spring is in the public domain.

5 thoughts on “No Time Like Spring

  1. So uplifting – thank you. I am passing it on to others. Sometimes we just need a reminder of the beauty of our earth and what our God has given us.
    There is so much more than politics and controversy in our lives and t can drag us down. Driving yesterday I saw lambs, calves, green fields, bunnies….

  2. Spring, especially as we emerge from this pandemic, is perhaps the most wonderful reminder of the gifts we receive midst the great trials of our lifetimes. Thank you, Bishop Laurie, for all you do to lead us forward.

  3. Thank you for the pleasant reminders of spring, Bishop. I love this season, but perhaps autumn even better with its colors and the fruits of spring and summer labor. Another season’s departure is a welcome sign as well – winter. The Romans celebrated in on 25 December and called it Saturnalia. The celebration occurred when the calendar and the Heavens told them it wasn’t the end of the world because the sun was starting to come back. When the Christians became more dominant, the holiday’s name was changed to Christmas, because our son had come and He also would be coming back. Thanks, again. I love your letters. Keep ’em coming.

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