Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARCH FIELDS, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: Now shrink not from me for shamefacedness Last Line: O sober fields of march, your mood is deep, divine! Subject(s): March (month); Spring; Wind | ||||||||
NOW shrink not from me for shamefacedness, O sober fields of March beneath the sky! Your brown and gray, your russet robes, may bless With deep delight a lover's loyal eye; And lover such and always fain would I Be reckoned, who in all my blood to-day, Long winter-sluggish, feel a mighty wine, The wind of spring that sings along its way, And makes a music that is festal-fine. O sober fields of March, your mood is deep, divine! | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER |
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