The April Boughs
It was not then her heart broke —
That moment when she knew
That all her faith held holiest
Was utterly untrue.
It was not then her heart broke —
That night of prayer and tears
When first she dared the thought of life
Through all the empty years.
But when beneath the April boughs
She felt the blossoms stir,
The careless mirth of yesterday
Came near and smiled at her.
Old singing lingered in the wind,
Old joy came close again,
Oh, underneath the April boughs,
I think her heart broke then.
~~
Theodosia Garrison (1874-1944)
From The Dreamers, and other poems, 1917
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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