EARLY in spring time, on raw and windy mornings, Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing -- "Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily? Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun." Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evenings, Among the golden reed-beds I heard the starlings sing -- "Ah that sweet March month, when we and our mates were courting merrily; Sad, sad, to think that the year is all but done." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE THE CROPPY BOY: (A BALLAD OF '98) by WILLIAM B. MCBURNEY LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE GIBBON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES IN REFERENCE TO HER CHILDREN, 23 JUNE, 1659 by ANNE BRADSTREET |