THE great Republic goes to war, But spring still comes as spring has done, And all the summer months will run Their summer sequence as before; And every bird will build its nest, The sun sink daily in the west, And rising eastward bring new day In the old way. But ah, those dawns will have a light, Those western skies burn golden bright, With what a note the birds will sing, And winter's self be turned to spring Than any springtime sweeter far, When once again, calm entering, The great Republic comes from war! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 1 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BLACKBIRDS by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN EAGER SPRING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ENVY; A FRAGMENT by JANE BOWDLER |