February
The icicles upon the pane
Are busy architects; they leave
What temples and what chiseled forms
Of leaf and flower. Then believe
That though the woods be brown and bare,
And sunbeams peep through cloudy veils,
Though tempests houwl through leaden skies,
The Springtime never fails!
~~
H. Cordelia Ray (1852-1916)
from Poems, 1910
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Are busy architects; they leave
What temples and what chiseled forms
Of leaf and flower. Then believe
That though the woods be brown and bare,
And sunbeams peep through cloudy veils,
Though tempests houwl through leaden skies,
The Springtime never fails!
~~
H. Cordelia Ray (1852-1916)
from Poems, 1910
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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