 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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[Shall I forget thee when the Spring comes back]
Shall I forget thee when the Spring comes back,And the green mists begin about the trees,
And cling, and brighten; when no heart has lack
Of living, and no ear of melodies,
And no eyes weary of the rainless air?
The world grows sweeter than a heart can bear,
'Live with white violets, whose breath has made
Earth like a pillow where young heads are laid,
Fragrant and frail and hid in their warm hair;
When all sweet flower-scents rise, like happy rhymes
From golden memories of olden times,
And out of death springs life, and joy from pain,
And laughter to young lips, and love to men—
Shall I forget thee then, forget thee then?
| Poems by James Rhoades | |