They tell me on the morrow I must leave
This winter eyrie for a southern flight
And truth to tell I tremble with delight
At thought of such unheralded reprieve.
E'er have I known December in a weave
Of blanched crystal, when, thrice one short night
Packed full with magic, and O blissful sight!
N'er May so warmly doth for April grieve.
To in a breath's space wish the winter through
And lo, to see it fading! Where, oh, where
Is caract could endow this princely boon?
Yet I have found it and shall shortly view
The lush high grasses, shortly see in air
Gay birds and hear the bees make heavy droon.
On A Proposed Trip South
William Carlos Williams
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Poem topics: breath, magic, night, space, truth, flight, hear, december, delight, high, view, short, heavy, thought, crystal, april, winter, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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