awakening
never yet was a spring-time,
late though lingered the snow,
that the sap stirred not at the whisper
of the south wind, sweet and low;
never yet was a spring-time
when the buds forgot to blow.
ever the wings of the summer
are folded under the mould;
life, that has known no dying,
is love's, to have and to hold,
till sudden, the bourgeoning easter!
the song! the green and the gold!
by margaret elizabeth munson sangster (1838-1912)
Happy Easter to All! Oh, the magnolias are blooming? Not here, it was snowing today! You picked a beautiful and hopeful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Eva. Yes, the magnolias are in full bloom!
DeleteOur just died.
DeleteOh! That's too bad Eva! Did this happen last year also? Or maybe the year before?
DeleteI meant to type "ours." We were not here last year, but it seems to happen a lot. I think Western New York is not the right place for magnolia trees.
DeleteYes, I think they do better further south.
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