Song of a fair May morning, When the sky is bluer than blue And the white clouds floating across it Seem almost too white to be true, When the air is sweet with clover, And hums with the busy bee, And across the gray salt marshes, The guns thunder out to the sea, And the dead lie in rows, With their face to the foes, Only a mile from me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE GEIST'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD PSALM 132 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A DREAM AND A SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |