“An iron hand has stilled the throats
That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee”

— Joyce Kilmer , Trees and Other Poems

"To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring"
Trees and Other Poems (1914)
Context: An iron hand has stilled the throats
That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee
And dammed the flood of silver notes
That drenched the world in melody.

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American poet, editor, literary critic, soldier 1886–1918

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