Explore "Spring's Saraband" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Over the hills of April / With soft winds hand in hand, / Impassionate and dreamy-eyed, / Spring leads her saraband. / Her garments float and gather / And swirl along the plain, / Her headgear is the golden sun, / Her cloak the silver rain.
With color and with music, / With perfumes and with pomp, / By meadowland and upland, / Through pasture, wood, and swamp, / With promise and enchantment / Leading her mystic mime, / She comes to lure the world anew / With joy as old as time.