2012-03-23

Passion For Poetry

Seeing how Spring has officially sprung, I thought it would be a nice change of pace to have a seasonal poem today. And since I've never had the urge to write a spring poem myself, I'd like to share this one instead:


Christina Rossetti (1847)


Spring Quiet

Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.

Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;

“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”

by Christina Rossetti

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