@2BRING on the spring—I am wearied of winter; Come, O you summer—I sicken of cold. Set up my metrical matter, O printer! (Century 10-point, or Cheltenham bold.) Yearn I diurnally now for the gentle Ray of the May-day's inspiriting sun; Long I for song and the sweet sentimental Talk as I walk with a Definite One. Go away, snow, I am wearied, I tell you— Ill of the chill that has tarried too long! Sprint away, winter, I long to farewell you— Hey! for the May and the season of song! Down with a town that is windy and sloppy! Up with the cup that is symbol of spring! Ho! for the poems we writers of copy Make for the sake of the sound of the thing!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM ODES II, 10 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS EPITAPH ON FRANCIS CHARTRES by JOHN ARBUTHNOT |