Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THAW-WIND, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!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 HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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