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Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
  The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
  Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know- again the shriveled bough
  Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
  And these hard lands be quivering with grain-
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

What if I know, before the Summer goes
Where dwelt this bitter frenzy shall be rest?
What is it now, that June shall surely bring
New promise, with the swallow and the rose?
My heart is water, that I first must breast
The terrible, slow loveliness of Spring.

Added: 25 Nov 2001 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 9:31 AM | Viewed: 2832 times

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