. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. l six in a ring : it keeps us warm :We huddle together like birds in a storm : Its bitter weather to-night. Its bitter weather to-night. What do you hunt, Orion, This starry night ? The Ram, the Bull and the Lion,And the Great Bear, sa3S Orion, 83 THE • TEARS - AT - THE • SPRING * With my starry quiver and beautiful beltI am trying to find a good thick peltTo warm my shoulders to-night,To warm my shoulders to-night. ** Did you hear that, Great She-bear, This fiosty night ? ** Yes, hes talking of stripping me bare,Of my own big fur, say
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. l six in a ring : it keeps us warm :We huddle together like birds in a storm : Its bitter weather to-night. Its bitter weather to-night. What do you hunt, Orion, This starry night ? The Ram, the Bull and the Lion,And the Great Bear, sa3S Orion, 83 THE • TEARS - AT - THE • SPRING * With my starry quiver and beautiful beltI am trying to find a good thick peltTo warm my shoulders to-night,To warm my shoulders to-night. ** Did you hear that, Great She-bear, This fiosty night ? ** Yes, hes talking of stripping me bare,Of my own big fur, says the afraid of the man and his terrible arrow:The thought of it chills my bones to the marrow, And the frost so cruel to-night! And the frost so cruel to-night! How is your trade, Aquarius, This frosty night ? Complaints is many and my feet are cold, says Aquarius, Theres Venus objects to Dolphin-scales,And Mars to Crab-spawn found in my the pump has frozen to-night,And the pump has frozen to-night. ROBERT GRAVES 84. HOW IS YOLK TRADh, AQUARILS, THIS FROSTY NIGHT : H 7HE ? YEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING The Kingfisher IT was the Rainbow gave thee birth,And left thee all her lovely hues ;And, as her mothers name was Tears,So runs it in thy blood to chooseFor haunts the lonely pools, and keepIn company with trees that weep. Go you and, with such glorious hues. Live with proud Peacocks in green parks ; On lawns as smooth as shining every feather show its mark ; Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings Before the windows of proud kings. Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain; Thou hast no proud ambitious mind ;I also love a quiet place Thats green, away from all mankind;A lonely pool, and let a treeSigh with her bosom over me. WILLIAM H. DAVIES 85 •THE ? YEARS ? At THE ? SPRING Sheep
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