Slow Spring Poem by Katharine Tynan

Slow Spring

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O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing
And birds in the dawn.

Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
Like a lamb or a child.

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Katharine Tynan

Katharine Tynan

23 January 1861 – 2 April 1931
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