A Song Of Spring Poem by Katharine Tynan
A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
Well written poem Katherine.Congratulations on being member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
The trees are out in Heaven they say. Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up our way. I can visualise the Spring coming slowly, slowly, treading soft steps. A very sweet and simple poem that attracts with its rhythm.
An extraordinary way of using simple words in a rhythmic pattern, to express a natural climatic change. Thanks for sharing. x
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:14:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The black and white.....thanks for posting....