Despair
The long and tedious months move slowly by And February's chill has fled away Before the gales of March, and now e'en they Have died upon the peaceful April sky: And still I sadly wander, still I sigh, And all the splendour of each Springtime day Is dyed, for me, one melancholy grey, And all its beauty can but make me cry. For thou art silent, Oh! far distant friend, And not one word has come to cheer my heart Through these sad months, which seem to have no end, So distant seems the day which bade us part! Oh speak! dear fair-haired angel! Spring has smiled, And I despair - a broken-hearted child. FRANCE, 1917.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"The long and tedious months move slowly by..."
Paul Bewsher's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "Despair"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...