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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MARCH SONG, by ALICE FURLONG Poet's Biography First Line: Dead is the dark winter Last Line: Mild and kind is march! | |||
DEAD is the dark Winter (Oh, the primrose on the hill!) March bloweth his fanfare I' the horn o' the daffodil. Rain water in the dykes Is clear as amber glass; It feedeth the tall spikes Of the high green grass. Earthward dancing sunbeams Wave their wizard wands, Flaggers into green flames Flicker by the ponds. Oh but March is kind! At every road's edge Sways on the warm wind A budding thorn hedge. And the crows have built their nest I' the highest bough of the larch. When the wind is from the west Mild and kind is March! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WILL FORGET by ALICE FURLONG THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE |
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