 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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V.
[Whenas my heart would fain break out in song]
Whenas my heart would fain break out in song,
Ev'n as the full buds burst in merry May,
Then comes a frost with breath so cruel-strong,
It dares not ope or blossom to the day.
Ev'n as the full buds burst in merry May,
Then comes a frost with breath so cruel-strong,
It dares not ope or blossom to the day.
All furious winds do seem to rage in air;
From North and South are passions without rest,
And keen Regret from the wild East is there,
And Zephyr-Hope blows faintly from the West:
From North and South are passions without rest,
And keen Regret from the wild East is there,
And Zephyr-Hope blows faintly from the West:
Where flowers have been, deep lies the drifted snow,
Nor I can sing, nor any bird to-day:
Half-froz'n itself the stream of Love runs slow—
Is Summer dead? or hath she lost her way?—
Nor I can sing, nor any bird to-day:
Half-froz'n itself the stream of Love runs slow—
Is Summer dead? or hath she lost her way?—
When this is so, when Winter will not flee,
What should I do but fly, my Spring, to thee?
What should I do but fly, my Spring, to thee?
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