@2BRING on the spring—I am wearied of winter; Come, O you summer—I sicken of cold. Set up my metrical matter, O printer! (Century 10-point, or Cheltenham bold.) Yearn I diurnally now for the gentle Ray of the May-day's inspiriting sun; Long I for song and the sweet sentimental Talk as I walk with a Definite One. Go away, snow, I am wearied, I tell you— Ill of the chill that has tarried too long! Sprint away, winter, I long to farewell you— Hey! for the May and the season of song! Down with a town that is windy and sloppy! Up with the cup that is symbol of spring! Ho! for the poems we writers of copy Make for the sake of the sound of the thing!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PHANTOM OF LIFE by VIOLET MCKAY BALL PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HUNTER'S MOON by MATHILDE BLIND YOUTH'S AMBITION by ANNA GRACE BOYLES WORK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |