O singer, canst thou summon up The early blue-bird's wing? The pang of those uncertain days That swoon with unborn spring? O singer, canst thou summon up The crimson of the rose, The silver gloom of April dawns, The breathless unrepose; The yearning in the dark divine, Deep woods, a-bloom and dumb, The starry, tear-blurred nights of May That bring delirium? O singer, canst thou summon up In music all the spring Whose crowding incense caught my heart So long ago? -- Then sing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |