Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Awakening Comments
Rating: ★2.7
Never yet was a springtime,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the south wind, sweet and low;
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Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
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7/31/2025 6:11:32 PM # 1.0.0
Ever the wings of the summer are folded. Never yet was a springtime but still buds with sweetness are willing to bloom. A nice imagery this poem carries. This is excellently penned.