Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE DESERT LARK, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet's Biography First Line: Love, love, in vain Last Line: And so die. Subject(s): Flowers; Love; Spring | ||||||||
LOVE, love, in vain We count the days of Spring. Lost is all love's pain, Lost the songs we sing. Sunshine and Summer rain, Winter and Spring again Still the years shall bring, But we die. Love, what a noon Of happy love was ours! Grief came too soon, Touched the Autumn flowers, Grief and the doubt of death, Mixed with the roses' breath. Darkly the Winter lowers, And we die. His torch, love, the Sun Turns to the stormy West, Like a fair dream begun Changing to jest. Love, while our souls are one, Still let us sing the Sun, Sing and forget the rest And so die. | Other Poems of Interest...SPRING FOR THOMAS HARDY by ANTHONY HECHT 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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