EARLY in spring time, on raw and windy mornings, Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing -- "Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily? Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun." Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evenings, Among the golden reed-beds I heard the starlings sing -- "Ah that sweet March month, when we and our mates were courting merrily; Sad, sad, to think that the year is all but done." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THIS IS NOT I by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |