Spring, ah yes, the joyful time of year, When one begins to sense the cosmic urge, When winter winds have ceased their dreary dirge, And crocuses and daffodils appear; Spring, you say, bright season of delight; But where on Barcelona's cheerless plain Where innocents by thousands have been slain, Is there a blossom spared from bloody blight? Where April thunders once had rolled about, There, now, the noisy cannons shake the sky; Where once the rain had pattered on the street, The sound of heavy boots; and martial shout Re-choes from the walls. A baby's cry But makes the horror of the scene complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS VIRGINIA - THE WEST by WALT WHITMAN OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW |