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Title: The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Walters, Lettice D'Oyly, 1880-
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: New York, Brentano
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ng there, fluting from the nest. Will you not come home, brother? You have been long away.Its April, and blossom time, and white is the spray :And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain.Will you not Come home, brother, home to us again ? 45 THE TEARS • AT • THE • SPRING The young corn is green, brother, where the rabbits run ;Its blue sky, and white clouds, and warm rain and sun.Its song to a mans soul, brother, fire to a mans brain,To hear the wild bees and see the merry spring again. Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat.So will you not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet ?Ive a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes,Says the warm wind, the west wind, full of birds cries. Its the white road westwards is the road I must treadTo the green grass, the cool grass, and rest for heart and head,To the violets and the brown brooks and the thrushes song In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong. JOHN MASEFIELD 46
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DRUMMING UP THt CHANNEL, HALING PRIZES IN THEIR WAKE +7 THE ■ YEARS ■ At ■ THE ■ SPRING A Ballad of the Captains WHERE are now the CaptainsOf the narrow ships of old—Who with valiant souls went seekingFor the Fabled Fleece of Gold ;In the clouded Dusk of Ages, In the Dawn of History,When the ringing songs of HomerFirst re-echoed oer the Sea ? Oh, the Captains lie a-sleepingWhere great iron hulls are sweeping Out of Suez in their pride ;And they hear not, and they heed not.And they know not, and they need not In their deep graves far and wide. Where are now the Captains Who went blindly through the Strait,With a tribute to Poseidon, A libation poured to Fate ? 47 rHE • YEARS AT • THE • SPRING They were heroes giant-hearted,That with Terrors, told and sung. Like blindfolded lions grappled. When the World was strange and young. Oh, the Captains brave and daring.With their grim old crews are faring Where our guiding beacons gleam ;And the homeward liners oer them—All the

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