Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: APRIL, 1879, by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN Poet's Biography First Line: Clear, golden, soft, the spring-tide sunshine beams Last Line: And still perfection were but death in life. Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
CLEAR, golden, soft, the spring-tide sunshine beams, With tranquil splendour piercing grove and dingle, As though bright morning, noon, and eve could mingle In some eternal home of daylight dreams; Even as though this radiance were not fleeting, But shone for ever from the slumbering skies, Calming with tender light impassioned eyes, And sleepless brain, and heart too strongly beating. Yet cold March winds prepared these breezes warm, And heralded this glow of April weather, And soon dim flakes of cloud will float together, Till earth be sad once more with rain and storm; For all fresh glory must be born of strife, And still perfection were but death in life. | 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 LETTER by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN |
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