If pain for peace prepares Lo, what "Augustan" years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise, Can the Anemones Be reckoned up? If night stands fast - then noon To gird us for the sun, What gaze! When from a thousand skies On our developed eyes Noons blaze! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |