SUMMER'S the time for soldierhood, Or Spryng when all the grass is high And sunbeams make old Winter fly: The chargers then fynde forage good, And ground is smooth wheron to lie. Summer's the time for soldierhood, Or Spryng when all the grass is high. Then snowe is thawn from wold and wood, And pilgryms synge as they goe bye. Then take thy speare with shield a-nigh, Summer's the time for soldierhood, Or Spryng when all the grass is high And sunbeams make old Winter fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |