Saturday, April 6, 2013

The Spring Returns! / Charles Leonard Moore


The Spring returns!  What matters then that War
On the horizon like a beacon burns,
That Death ascends, man's most desired star,
That Darkness is his hope?  The Spring returns!
Triumphant through the wider-arched cope
She comes, she comes, unto her tyranny,
And at her coronation are set ope
The prisons of the mind, and man is free!
The beggar-garbed or over-bent with snows,
Each mortal, long defeated, disallowed,
Feeling her touch, grows stronger limbed, and knows
The purple on his shoulders and is proud.
     The Spring returns!  O madness beyond sense,
     Breed in our bones thine own omnipotence!

Charles Leonard Moore
from Book of Day-Dreams, 1888

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

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