Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LATE SPRING, by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON


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First Line: She stood alone amidst the april fields
Last Line: "I am his own, -- doth not my father care?"
Alternate Author Name(s): Chandler, Ellen Louise
Variant Title(s): The Spring Is Late
Subject(s): Adversity; Spring


SHE stood alone amidst the April fields, --
Brown, sodden fields, all desolate and bare, --
"The spring is late," she said, -- "the faithless spring,
That should have come to make the meadows fair.

"Their sweet South left too soon, among the trees
The birds, bewildered, flutter to and fro;
For them no green boughs wait, -- their memories
Of last year's April had deceived them so.

"From 'neath a sheltering pine some tender buds
Looked out, and saw the hollows filled with snow;
On such a frozen world they closed their eyes;
When spring is cold, how can the blossoms blow?"

She watched the homeless birds, the slow, sad spring,
The barren fields, and shivering, naked trees:
"Thus God has dealt with me, his child," she said, --
I wait my spring-time, and am cold like these.

"To them will come the fulness of their time;
Their spring, though late, will make the meadows fair;
Shall I, who wait like them, like them be blest?
I am His own, -- doth not my Father care?"







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