THE great Republic goes to war, But spring still comes as spring has done, And all the summer months will run Their summer sequence as before; And every bird will build its nest, The sun sink daily in the west, And rising eastward bring new day In the old way. But ah, those dawns will have a light, Those western skies burn golden bright, With what a note the birds will sing, And winter's self be turned to spring Than any springtime sweeter far, When once again, calm entering, The great Republic comes from war! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOY OF WRITING by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. |