This day last year I heard the curlew calling By Hallypike And the clear tinkle of hill-waters falling Down slack and syke. But now I cannot hear the shrapnel's screaming, The screech of shells: And if again I see the blue lough gleaming Among the fells Unheard of me will be the curlew's calling By Hallypike And the clear tinkle of hill-waters falling Down slack and syke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH |