WHO knoweth the hope that was born to me,
When the spring – time came with its greenery!
With orchard blossoming, fair to see,
With drone of beetle, and buzz of bee,
And robin a trill on his apple-tree,
Cheerily, cheerily!
Who knoweth the hope that was dead-ah me!
That was dead – and never again to be,
When the winter came, all dismally,
With desolate rain on desolate sea;
With cold snow – blossoms for wood and lea,
And the wind a-moan in the apple-tree,
Drearily, drearily!
(Ina Donna Coolbrith)
More Poetry from Ina Donna Coolbrith:
Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems based on Topics: Fairness, Hope, Spring, Winter- California (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
- From Living Waters (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
- The Captive Of The White City (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
- The Singer Of The Sea (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
- Lucifer (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
- Le Chemin De L'ecole (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Fairness Poems, Hope Poems, Spring Poems, Winter PoemsBased on Keywords: dismally