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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TOWN IN FEBRUARY, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: He who turns laneward these dear, subtle days
Last Line: And all of march halts at the very door.
Subject(s): Winter
First Line: He who turns laneward these dear, subtle days
Last Line: And all of march halts at the very door.
Subject(s): Winter
THE TOWN IN FEBRUARY
HE who turns laneward these dear, subtle days
Sees the stripped, swarthy brake tiptoe to bloom,
While overhead the voyaging crows make gloom,
And stir with husky notes the windless ways.
Even here, a glittering thread through the walled maze
Runs some fair hint of spring; oft falls a hush,
And we do half believe we hear some thrush
Sing ghostly sweet within the shifting haze.
The dusk is later, earlier the dawn,
And the shrill, lengthy nights that fret us so
Are briefer grown; the old calms come once more.
The time is April's with the bitter gone.
And yet, just out of sight whirls the last snow,
And all of March halts at the very door.
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