Pages

Sunday, January 20, 2019

January / E. Nesbit


January

While yet the air is keen, and no bird sings,
    Nor any vaguest thrills of heart declare
    The presence of the springtime in the air,
Through the raw dawn the shepherd homeward brings
The wee white lambs — the little helpless things —
    For shelter, warmth, and comfortable care.
    Without his help how hardly lambs would fare —
How hardly live through winter's hours to spring's!
So let me tend and minister apart
    To my new hope, which some day you shall know:
It could not live in January wind
Of your disdain; but when within your heart
    The bud and bloom of tenderness shall grow,
Amid the flowers my hope may welcome find.

~~
E. Nesbit (1858-1924)
from Lays and Legends, 1886

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

E. Nesbit biography

No comments:

Post a Comment