from In a Garden
II
You came, the vernal equinox
Brought on the solstice in a day;
Crocuses in their beds of box
Straight changed to tulips, striped and gay.
You went, and summer fled with you;
'Twas autumn, nay 'twas winter here;
Cold winds drove snow-clouds up the blue
And bared the disenchanted year.
Idly I mourn, or idly go
Thro' all the wan dishevelled place,
In hope some one red rose may blow
The harbinger of your sweet face.
II
You came, the vernal equinox
Brought on the solstice in a day;
Crocuses in their beds of box
Straight changed to tulips, striped and gay.
You went, and summer fled with you;
'Twas autumn, nay 'twas winter here;
Cold winds drove snow-clouds up the blue
And bared the disenchanted year.
Idly I mourn, or idly go
Thro' all the wan dishevelled place,
In hope some one red rose may blow
The harbinger of your sweet face.
~~
H.C. Beeching (1859-1919)
from In a Garden, and other poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
H.C. Beeching biography
H.C. Beeching (1859-1919)
from In a Garden, and other poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
H.C. Beeching biography
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