...the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains...garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. If \ve attempt to provide a preliminary description of the poem by isolating its substance, by the...

...the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains...And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;* Hedge crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering...

...the odes, To Autumn'. Indeed, the greatest triumph of that poem is precisely its ending: While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 91 IV. vii. 37-40. « Letters, i. 214. 96 Ibid. 143. 97 Ibid. 193. 98 McFarland, Romanticism, 134-5....

...the songs of spring? Aye, where are they? think not of them, thou hast thy music too — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains...garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. THE WILD SWANS OF COOLE (William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939) The trees are in their autumn beauty, The...

...actions, and the present moment itself, have been drawn into the realm of permanence and eternity: Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among...now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the sky. In such lines as these the difference between...

...the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they'.' Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the nver sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...riches of autumn. Then in a wailful choit the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne alofr Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-ctickers sing; and now with a treble sofr The redbreast whisrles from a garden-ctofr; And gathering...

...cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. Then in a wailful thftir the small gnat? mpurn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And Rill-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with a treble soft The redbreast...

...river sallows, borne aloft . . ." (27-28), bleating lambs and singing crickets, and then, at last: The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. (32-33) Recalling the bridging of earth to sky in the opening stanza, where the curving land is pictured...

...stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, home aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn. Hedge crickets sing, and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden croft And gathering...