Alice Brown

(1856-1948 / United States)

Candlemas

O hearken, all ye little weeds
   That lie beneath the snow,
(So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!)
   The sun hath risen for royal deeds,
   A valiant wind the vanguard leads;
   Now quicken ye, lest unborn seeds
   Before ye rise and blow.

   O furry living things, adream

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