Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING SALMON, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS First Line: It's oh, but I'm dreaming Last Line: When the green plover call! Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
IT'S oh, but I'm dreaming Of grey water streaming, Great rivers that go gleaming Where brown the heather blows, Ere May's southern graces Rub out the last white traces From high and mountain places Of stubborn, storm-packed snows! The chill wind that searches The low-lying birches, The old red grouse that perches And swaggers in the sun; I'm fain for its blowing, I'm restless for his crowing, And it's I that would be going Where the spring salmon run! And oh, were they bulking Bright silver, or sulking In the snow-broth a-skulking, I would care not at all, I'd hear the falls ringing, I'd see the pine-tops swinging In a wind that's filled with singing When the green plover call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A BLACK-LETTER STORY-BOOK by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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