The Throstle
Summer is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again, Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. New, new, new, new! Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? Love again, song again, nest again, young again, Never a prophet so crazy! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. Here again, here, here, here, happy year! O warble unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, And all the winters are hidden.
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"Summer is coming, summer is coming...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lord Tennyson delivers a powerful performance in "The Throstle"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...