Saturday, March 23, 2019

You came, the vernal equinox / H.C. Beeching

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.

~~
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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