Author Archibald Lampman The trees to their innermost marrow Are touched by the sun; The robin is here and the sparrow: Spring is begun! The sleep and the silence are over: These petals that rise Are the eyelids of earth that uncover Her numberless eyes. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments