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May 13, 2013

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nay chide me not

that i can find no heart

to greet with you

the coming of the Spring

winter has been so long

aye so long and cold

that the feeble warmth of Springtime

cannot melt my frozen heart

i have no ears

for the singing of birds

i hear but the sighing

of an icy wind

mine eyes have grown

too dim to see

the young green grass

and flowering tree

i can but feel the chilly gloom

of long dark shadows

alas my life has grown too still

to wake at the call of Spring

Quoted from ‘Dream Songs’ – Louise  Dickerson-Watkins (1923)

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