Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOU COMEST, MAY, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Thou comest, may, with leaves and flowers Last Line: Beat time, and still no music comes. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
Thou comest, May, with leaves and flowers, And nights grow short, and days grow long; And for thy sake in bush and tree, The small birds sing, both old and young; And only I am dumb and wait The passing of a fish-like state. You birds, you old grandfathers now, That have such power to welcome spring, I, but a father in my years, Have nothing in my mind to sing; My lips, like gills in deep-sea homes, Beat time, and still no music comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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