Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERE WE COME A-PIPING, by ANONYMOUS Last Line: And bells beyond the sand Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
Here we come a-piping, In Springtime and in May; Green fruit a-ripening, And Winter fled away. The Queen she sits upon the strand, Fair as a lily, white as wand; Seven billows on the sea, Horses riding fast and free. And bells beyond the sand. | 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 TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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