Let us remember Spring will come again To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees Wait for their old wise patience for the heavenly rain, Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze, Sure of the sun. And even as to these Surely the Spring, when God shall please, Will come again like a divine surprise To those who sit today with their great Dead, hands in their hands, eyes in their eyes, At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things and changing skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |