Coventry Patmore

(23 July 1823 - 26 November 1896 / Essex, England)

The Year - Poem by Coventry Patmore

The crocus, while the days are dark,
Unfolds its saffron sheen;
At April's touch the crudest bark
Discovers gems of green.

Then sleep the seasons, full of might;
While slowly swells the pod
And rounds the peach, and in the night
The mushroom bursts the sod.

The winter falls; the frozen rut
Is bound with silver bars;
The snowdrift heaps against the hut,
And night is pierced with stars.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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