Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by GRACE E. TOLLEMACHE First Line: As in cool-tempered airs of april-time Last Line: The fervours that must quench its first delight. Subject(s): World War I; First World War | ||||||||
AS in cool-tempered airs of April-time The cuckoo's call sends through each sense a thrill Of swift anticipation of the prime That ere it ceases summer must fulfil, But when like snow dissolving on the ground The windflowers waste in warmth of later sweets, Men grieve to think how soon, grown hoarse its sound, Shall be the burden of the brazen heats. So though when first falls on the poet's ear Returning Fancy's long-desirèd voice, His wild blood leaps, its summons high to hear, Ere long he sighsin midst e'en to rejoice Knowing through many a feverish day and night The fervours that must quench its first delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A TRADITION by GRACE E. TOLLEMACHE FAUN AND MAIDEN (SUGGESTED BY MARBLE GROUP, UFFIZI GALLERY, FLORENCE) by GRACE E. TOLLEMACHE |
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