THE crocuses in the Square Lend a winsome touch to the May; The clouds are vanished away, The weather is bland and fair; Now peace seems everywhere. Hark to the raucous, sullen cries: "Extra! extra!" -- tersely flies The news, and a great hope mounts, or dies. About the bulletin-boards Dark knots of people surge; Strained faces show, then merge In the inconspicuous hordes That yet are the Nation's lords. "Extra! extra! Big fight at sea!" Was the luck with us? Is it victory? Dear God, they died for you and me! Meanwhile the crocuses down the street With heaven's own patience are calm and sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT CHALSE A KILLEY; TO CHALSE IN HEAVEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE PASSING OF THE BIRDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AN ELEGY ON BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND DEVONSHIRE ROADS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LOST VALLEY by GLENN WARD DRESBACH BRANDENBURGH HARVEST SONG by FRIEDRICH HEINRICH KARL DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE |