Analysis of The Green Singer

ALL singers have shadows   
 That follow like fears,   
But I know a singer   
 Who never saw tears;   
A gay love—a green love—           
 Delightsome—divine:   
The Spring is that singer—   
 An old love of mine!   

All players have shadows,   
 And into the play           
Old sorrows will saunter—   
 Old sorrows will stay.   
But here is a player   
 Whose speech is divine:   
The Spring is that player—           
 An old love of mine!   

All singers grow heavy:   
 Their hours as they run   
Bite up all the blossoms,   
 Suck up all the sun;           
But I know a singer   
 Delightsome—divine:   
The gay love—the green love—   
 An old love of mine!