Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

(1838-1912 / USA)

Awakening - Poem by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Never yet was a springtime,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the south wind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow.

Ever the wings of the summer
Are folded under the mold;
Life that has known no dying
Is Love's to have and to hold,
Till sudden, the burgeoning Easter!
The song! the green and the gold!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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