THE crocuses in the Square Lend a winsome touch to the May; The clouds are vanished away, The weather is bland and fair; Now peace seems everywhere. Hark to the raucous, sullen cries: "Extra! extra!" -- tersely flies The news, and a great hope mounts, or dies. About the bulletin-boards Dark knots of people surge; Strained faces show, then merge In the inconspicuous hordes That yet are the Nation's lords. "Extra! extra! Big fight at sea!" Was the luck with us? Is it victory? Dear God, they died for you and me! Meanwhile the crocuses down the street With heaven's own patience are calm and sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' (SCHILLER) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK THE WITHERED ROSE by PHILIP AYRES DEATH by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY PSALM 43. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BROOK IN DROUGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |