HERE ees com' da time of year Best of all! Lika trumpet een my ear Ees eets call. Lika trumpet far away First I hear eet yestaday W'en a weend dat's sailed da sea Com' along dees street to me And eet touch my hair an' say: "I am here!" Now ees com' da time of year I should seeng; Far Italian scenes so near Eet can breeng. Home, een March-month, I could go Where ees steell da mountain snow Findin' on da sunny side Of som' feeg-tree, where dey hide, Violets dat cry: "Hallo! We are here!" Here ees com' dat time of year; But no note Of da song dat once was dear Feells my throat. Ah! eef only now, to-day, She dat's verra far away -- Farther dan Italian shore -- Comin' weeth da Spreeng once more, Joost could touch my hand an' say: "I am here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY PORTRAIT IN THE HORIZONTAL by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT THE ASSUMPTION by JOHN BEAUMONT A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON LOYALTY IN THE CAVALIERS by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) LINES WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT DURING A THUNDER-STORM by ELIZABETH CARTER |