Ruth Guthrie Harding

(United States)

In A Forgotten Burying-Ground - Poem by Ruth Guthrie Harding

Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces
I hear the wistful tenderness of loves They used to know,
And in the swelling wood-notes that the eager springtide looses
Sobs again Their heart-break from the Springs of Long Ago:

And sometime, thro' the silence, with the April shadows lying
Aslant the solemn acre where I take my dreamless rest,
Perhaps the stifled need of You my heart was ever crying
Will find its way across the years -- to stir a stranger's breast!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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