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March on the way
And the snowtime over and gone, thank heaven, for many a day!
Yet a ring
Of the Past
And a voice from the land of Long Ago
There stirs in the breath of the bitter blast,
As it sweeps the budded boughs with its icy wing,
That sighs, “Heigho!
“Is there youth enough in thee,
“Old heart, to be glad, to be glad again in Spring
“And in Summer yet to be?”
And the snowtime over and gone, thank heaven, for many a day!
Yet a ring
Of the Past
And a voice from the land of Long Ago
There stirs in the breath of the bitter blast,
As it sweeps the budded boughs with its icy wing,
That sighs, “Heigho!
“Is there youth enough in thee,
“Old heart, to be glad, to be glad again in Spring
“And in Summer yet to be?”
Buds on the thorn
And crocuses purple and white and golden with each new morn!
Each tree
Beseen,
Each hedge of the wrack of the Winter's dole
New-soothed and fostered with leaves to be,
Each sward new-quickened with promise of swift-springing green!
But thou, sad soul,
Hast thou any germ of flowers,
To burgeon and blossom again in May's soft sheen,
After the April showers?
And crocuses purple and white and golden with each new morn!
Each tree
Beseen,
Each hedge of the wrack of the Winter's dole
New-soothed and fostered with leaves to be,
Each sward new-quickened with promise of swift-springing green!
But thou, sad soul,
Hast thou any germ of flowers,
To burgeon and blossom again in May's soft sheen,
After the April showers?
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