Sunday, May 31, 2015

This Lane in May / David Morton

This Lane in May

A fragrance lingers, though the rains be done;
     And apple-trees have shaken from their hair
The thin and shining blossoms, one by one,
     Starring the roadway like a silver stair.
And something softer than the rain comes by,
     Older and dearer than these bright, new days:
An odour ... or a trick of lights that lie
     Familiar on these grass-grown, rutted ways.

This lane in May is such a haunted thing,
     For all the newness of the rain-wet trees:
An old, old May, remembered of the Spring,
     Returning ghostwise on such days as these,
Moves in the blowing odours where they pass,
Trailing these scattered blossoms in the grass.

David Morton (1886-1957)
from Ships in Harbour, and other poems, 1921.

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

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