NOW shrink not from me for shamefacedness, O sober fields of March beneath the sky! Your brown and gray, your russet robes, may bless With deep delight a lover's loyal eye; And lover such and always fain would I Be reckoned, who in all my blood to-day, Long winter-sluggish, feel a mighty wine, The wind of spring that sings along its way, And makes a music that is festal-fine. O sober fields of March, your mood is deep, divine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY THE CHILD ALONE: 4. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN MONHEGAN GULLS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ASTROLOGER'S ADDRESS by JOHN BYROM THY DAYS ARE DONE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VERSES TRIVOCULAR by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |