Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE THAW-WIND, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER



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First Line: Thro' the deep drifts the south wind breathed its way
Last Line: That glitter'd, dripping down upon the sod.
Subject(s): Wind


Thro' the deep drifts the south wind breathed its way
Down to the earth's green face; the air grew warm,
The snow-drops had regain'd their lonely charm;
The world had melted round them in a day:
My full heart long'd for violets - the blue arch
Of heaven - the blackbird's song - but Nature kept
Her stately order - Vegetation slept -
Nor could I force the unborn sweets of March
Upon a winter's thaw. With eyes that brook'd
A narrower prospect than my fancy crav'd,
Upon the golden aconites I look'd,
And on the leafless willows as they wav'd -
And on the broad-leav'd, half-thaw'd ivy-tod,
That glitter'd, dripping down upon the sod.





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