Thou comest to the year,
And bringest all things beautiful and sweet;
Thy lovely miracles themselves repeat
In the green glory of the grass,
And peeping flowers that stay our lingering feet
With their soft eyes, blue like the sky and clear;
Thou bringest not, alas,
Our lily, our May-blossom, O New Year!
Thou bringest all things fair,
And bright, and gentle, but thou bring’st not her:
The May-birds warble, and May breezes stir
In the sweet-scented lilac boughs;
But our one May–our gentlest minister
Of gladness, with the beauty of her hair.
Her place in our still house
Is empty,–and the world is bleak and bare.
(Kate Seymour Maclean)
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