 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
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RESURGAM
All silently, and soft as sleep
The snow fell, flake on flake.
The snow fell, flake on flake.
Slumber, spent Earth! and dream of flowers
Till springtime bid you wake.
Till springtime bid you wake.
Again the deadened bough shall bend
With blooms of sweetest breath.
With blooms of sweetest breath.
O miracle of miracles,
This Life that follows Death!
This Life that follows Death!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |