Alice Brown

(1856-1948 / United States)

Candlemas - Poem by Alice Brown

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
   On winter's drowsy breast,
(How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest!)
   Arise and follow where a gleam
   Of wizard gold unbinds the stream,
   And all the woodland windings seem
   With sweet expectance blest.

   My birds, come back! the hollow sky
   Is weary for your note.
(Sweet-throat, come back! O liquid, mellow throat!)
   Ere May's soft minions hereward fly,
   Shame on ye, laggards, to deny
   The brooding breast, the sun-bright eye,
   The tawny, shining coat!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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