Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SACRISTY, by MAY GIBSON SHERBAKOFF


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SACRISTY, by                    
First Line: I must go to the woods at break of april
Last Line: We'll yet find solace in her healing tears.
Subject(s): April; Forests; Woods


I must go to the woods at break of April
Where hills are heaven-deep with dogwood snow,
Where pallid tips of sassafras are greening,
Where cloistered yellow trillium tapers glow.

With ears attuned to hear sweet April's singing,
And finger-urge to bruise the heart-leaf's sheen,
Pain that autumn knew will cease its stinging,
Winter-nurtured grief will grow less keen.

Now you have gone where every month is April;
I left to count the waste of bitter years;
In some dim niche of April's cool cathedral,
We'll yet find solace in her healing tears.





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