Yet comes the Spring -- yet flowers the blooming year. Tugs the slight blossom on the aging bough. Hillwood and hedgerow burst the bud, and here Pales the last squill. Even as then, so now Death into life, life into death, nowhere Ultimate ending. The swift transiency Of brave new loveliness the gardens wear Is, strangely, one with perpetuity. Even as then, so now; too brief, too brief The final blossom, frail tragedienne, Fatefully lonely as a ghostly grief ... After the vernal equinox again Wheels the great galaxy, Spring, then as now, Tugs, the slight blossom on the aging bough. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL |