February
Last night I heard a robin sing;
And though I walked where woods were bare,
And winds were cold, life quivered there,
As if in sleep the heart of spring
Were moved to dim remembering.
To-day no promise haunts the air;
I find but snow and silence where
Last night I heard a robin sing.
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Sophie Jewett (1861-1909), 1893
from The Pilgrim, and other poems, 1896
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Sophie Jewett biography
Kenneth Allen, Winter Robin, Mullaghmore, 2013. CC BY-SA 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.
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