Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPRING OF THE YEAR, by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: On fields of france the violets are fair Last Line: Beyond the wistful limit of our spring! Subject(s): Death; Spring; Dead, The | ||||||||
ON fields of France the violets are fair, The skylarks sing above the broad champaign; But where are they who walked and listened there, The hero-lads our spring finds not again? They leave to us who did not share the fight, The earth's expectancy of green delight. Nay! They have journeyed to a sweeter bourne, Where ghosts of all the garnered springs survive, With all earth-joys that never will return, And all the flowers that ever were alive; Where bird-songs that have echoed through the years Make harmony too sweet for mortal ears. Oh, what a radiant company are they! Forever one with all that's newly fair; Out of the heat and burden of the day, The blight of fall and winter's aged care. They are Youth's Gladness, ever blossoming Beyond the wistful limit of our spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A CHARM SAID UNDER AN OAK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |
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