Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALL PASSES, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet, sweet, the lusty thrush Last Line: Alack, that songs have wings! Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Birds; Singing & Singers; Summer; Thrushes | ||||||||
SWEET, sweet, the lusty thrush Sings in the evening hush: Summer is come at last; The grey day's over and past; Better for birds and men. So long the East wind stayed, So long the rose delayed, That now 'tis midsummer When songs must die, my dear, And silence come again. Sing, thrush, while yet you may, You have so brief a day, You and the rose new-blown; You are scarce here, you are flown; The silence aches and stings. The rose you waited for Is here sweet as of yore; And sweet's the hour and sweet The day's long golden heat: Alack, that songs have wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF ODES: 1. by BASIL BUNTING THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY WHAT THE THRUSH SAID by JOHN KEATS THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM SONGS OUT OF SORROW: WOOD SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE MUSIC-LESSON by MATHILDE BLIND |
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