MY back is turned on Spring and all her flowers, The birds no longer charm from tree to tree; The cuckoo had his home in this green world Ten days before his voice was heard by me. Had I an answer from a dear one's lips, My love of life would soon regain its power; And suckle my sweet dreams, that tug my heart, And whimper to be nourished every hour. Give me that answer now, and then my Muse, That for my sweet life's sake must never die, Will rise like that great wave that leaps and hangs The sea-weed on a vessel's mast-top high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE EMERGENCY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |