I never longed so hungrily for spring Before, nor in the past and peaceful years Saw the first robin through a rush of tears, And heard his throaty whistle quivering. Bright squills the color of a bluebird's wing, And fruit-trees white as water round the weirs You hearten us more than a storm of cheers, Eternal beauty reawakening. Help us to know it is for you we fight, O Beauty of the many guises! Be Incarnate for us in white deeds: the flight Of wind-blown birds in May, and liberty, Still manifest no less in the grim night Of gallant failures like Gallipoli. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE |