Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LAST SPRING, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY


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First Line: This morning at the door
Last Line: Of hope and spring!
Subject(s): Birth; Gardens & Gardening; Spring; Child Birth; Midwifery


THIS morning at the door
I heard the Spring.
Quickly I set it wide
And, welcoming,
"Come in, sweet Spring," I cried,
"The winter ash, long dried,
Waits but your breath to rise
On phantom wing."

A brown leaf shivered by,
A soulless thing—
My heart in quick dismay
Forgot to sing—
Twisted and grim it lay,
Kin to the ghost-ash gray,
Dead, dead—strange herald this
Of jocund Spring!

I spurned it from the door.
I longed that Spring
Should come with song and glow
And rush of wing,
Not this, not this!—But O
Dead leaf, a year ago
You were the dear first-born
Of Hope and Spring!





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