Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MINOR NOTE IN SPRING, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, yes, I heard the call Last Line: Amid the loneliness of early spring. | ||||||||
OH, YES, I heard the call That, sounding through the world, wakes sleepers all! I felt my spirit run, With yours, to hilltop altars of the sun; But there, my tribute paid, Another mood my pagan joy o'erlaid -- I have a mind to sing The Spacious Loneliness of Early Spring. And you shall feel it, too -- Out underneath the searching, cloudless blue. Yon woods, how far away! No green thought yet hath crept among the gray; Yon heavens are too bright For those old fields that ache against the light, Until beneath a woof Of tremulous misty air they draw aloof. Wakes yonder any sound? -- Within the charmed distances, 'tis drowned!... But now a dead leaf's stir Can wake how many a voice of those that were! And nothing now seems near Save memories of many a vernal year! And, if those years shall be Too many, from their hauntings you will flee, And thankfully will turn Indoors, where yet some genial embers burn; Drive out the inthrust chill, With those left in your lot who love you still; And closer to them cling, Amid the Loneliness of Early Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHANT OF THE FOUGHT FIELD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHRISTOPHER OF THE SHENANDOAH by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A DREAM TEMPLE; NEW YORK CITY by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A FAR CRY TO HEAVEN by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A LITTLE BOY'S VAIN REGRET by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |
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