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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JANUARY THAW, by KATE CRICHTON GREDLER
First Line: It was not for these days of searching cold
Last Line: Above my heart until an april morn.
Subject(s): Winter
First Line: It was not for these days of searching cold
Last Line: Above my heart until an april morn.
Subject(s): Winter
It was not for these days of searching cold
That I have mulched my dormant heart so deep
In diffidence, in gay distraction and with cheap
Dry leaves of memory and dead loves consoled,
But for that sweet mid-season of false spring
When second youth like maple sap arising
Colors each bough with fool's warm gold, disguising
With the soft wind's Judas kiss the icy reckoning.
Unstirred the roots, green leaf and bud unborn
Beneath the frost line lie in winter's sleep.
God grant the drifting snows fall white and deep
Above my heart until an April morn.
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