WITH bounding heart, with eyes and cheeks aglow.
Not caring how the frost may stab and sting,
I haste along, where leafless branches fling
Their clear blue shadows o’er the sun-lit snow.
For though I count sad Winter as my foe,
Within my heart I can create the Spring,
Can hear sweet music, ere the thrushes sing,
And see white flowers, before the pear-buds blow.
These homely scenes, whence first my childish eye
Its own ideal form of beauty chose,
I love for ever; leaves and blossoms die,
But this ethereal image lingers yet;
And if I grieved, I could but grieve for those
Who know not spring, or having known, forget.
(Constance Naden)
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