Persistence and Other Poems

Spring summer summer winter she is there, The laken depths of girlish eyes: Come, she cries, I banish care I come and winter summer summer spring Her raven hair blows on, come on, And when I get there, she is gone Although the fields still hear her sing I try to love and when the gate Is banged against my face, I try to hate. In his fifth volume of lyrical expressions, award-winning poet David...