Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SUMMER-TIME THAT WAS, by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The swallow is not come yet Last Line: And the summer-time that was. Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert Subject(s): Summer; Transience; Grief; Impermanence; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
THE swallow is not come yet; The river-banks are brown; The woodside walks are dumb yet, And dreary is the town. I miss a face from the window, A footstep from the grass; I miss the boyhood of my heart, And the summer-time that was. How shall I read the books I read, Or meet the men I met? I thought to find her rose-tree dead, But it is growing yet. And the river winds among the flags, And the leaf lies on the grass. But I walk alone. My hopes are gone, And the summer-time that was. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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