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| A host of golden daffodils |
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| The first sign of sunshine and parks are overpopulated. |
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| Street leading to the Frauenmuseum in Bonn |
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| Frauemmuseum in Bonn |
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| Too early yet for the full blooming |
O HEART of
Spring!
by John Shaw Neilson
Spirit of
light and love and joyous day,
So soon to
faint beneath the fiery Summer:
Still
smiles the Earth, eager for thee alway:
Welcome art
thou, soever short thy stay,
Thou bold,
thou blithe newcomer!
Whither, O
whither this thy journeying,
O heart of
Spring?
O heart of
Spring!
After the
stormy days of Winter’s reign,
When the
keen winds their last lament are sighing,
The Sun
shall raise thee up to life again:
In thy dim
death thou shalt not suffer pain:
Surely thou
dost not fear this quiet dying?
Whither, O
whither this thy journeying,
O heart of
Spring?
O heart of
Spring!
Youth’s
emblem, ancient and unchanging light,
Uncomprehended,
unconsumed, still burning:
Oh that we
could, as thou, rise from the night
To find a
world of blossoms lilac-white,
And
long-winged swallows unafraid returning…
Whither, O
whither this thy journeying,
O heart of Spring?
