"Sunset at the Strait of Belle Isle" by William Bradford‘Spring’ by Morrison Handley-Schachler The Society February 26, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments . Spring The Spring is coming and each day Earlier falls dawn’s curtain grey Before the star-enchanted world Where, in each other’s limbs fast curled, As Venus, our directrix, bade, In many acts our masque we played, Then, in a night-long revelry, Entranced I slept and dreamt of thee. But each day sooner we must cower At sunshine’s energetic power And hear what song the skylark sings And dread the labour morning brings, As Life the beaten ranks she feeds As captives in her triumph leads And, with our charges and our routs, With our suspicions, fears and doubts And all the evils small and great We suffer and we perpetrate, Light’s hours with all confusion heave. But I still hope and I believe, Behind day’s chatter, noise and care, Night’s scenery and stage are there And what are daytime’s troubled beams But intervals between our dreams? . . Morrison Handley-Schachler is a Chartered Public Finance Accountant and Lecturer in Accounting. He has a doctorate in Ancient History and has published articles on ancient Persian history, accounting history, financial crime, auditing and financial risk management. He lives in South Queensferry, on the outskirts of Edinburgh, Scotland. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Margaret Coats February 27, 2022 Attractive wording and appropriate structure, with daylight hours (lines 9-19) only an interval between the dreams at either end of the poem. We seem to lose the season of Spring after the first lines, or is it re-interpreted as the transition between light and night? After all, who rejoices at the coming of Spring, if it does no more than deprive us of longer dream time! Reply Morrison Handley-Schachler February 28, 2022 Thank you for your kind comments, Margaret. Here in Scotland, the weather does not get much warmer and certainly no drier in Spring but the two things you do notice are the rapid increase in daylight hours and the crocuses and other Spring flowers coming up. I did also base the opening line on an oft-repeated phrase from Game of Thrones – sometimes the darkness of Winter can be fun. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.