Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

The Miracle - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

THERE'S not a leaf upon the tree
To show the sap is leaping,
There's not a blade and not an ear
Escaped from winter's keeping--
But there's a something in the air
A something here, a something there,
A restless something everywhere--
A stirring in the sleeping!

A robin's sudden, thrilling note!
And see--the sky is bluer!
The world, so ancient yesterday,
To-day seems strangely newer;
All that was wearisome and stale
Has wrapped itself in rosy veil--
The wraith of winter, grown so pale
That smiling spring peeps through her!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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