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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MATING TIME, by VIDA S. ADKINS First Line: Past my window, brilliant crimson Last Line: In the honeysuckle vine. Subject(s): Birds; Spring | |||
Past my window, brilliant crimson Flashes to the elm tree's bough; Soon I hear a red bird calling, Liquid notes ascending now. Low, then growing loud and clearer On the springtime's fragrant breeze, Red bird notes, now far, now nearer, From my garden's tallest trees. Now I catch again the glory Of the red bird's crimson wing, As he whistles soft the story To his mate: "Sweet! Sweet! 'Tis Spring!" Flitting through the honeysuckles, Guarding nests beyond my view, In and out, with bright wings flashing Through the blossoms drenched with dew, Spring and Love-time in my garden! Sweet content once more is mine As I watch my red birds building In the honeysuckle vine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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