Elegy / Florence Kilpatrick Mixter

Elegy

Maxim Beiashvili, Moon and apple

 blossom at night, April 2017 (detail).

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There is one Spring,
        One April of delight,
And all the rest is but remembering
        One moon-lit night.

Weave round its spell
        An elegy of song,
But never think the white hawthorn can dwell
        With you for long.

It is so fair
        And delicate a thing,
A sudden wind leaves blossoming twigs all bare
        Of covering.

White petals fall,
        Bewildered, at your feet,
And Spring makes of the whitest flower of all
        A winding sheet.

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Florence Kilpatrick Mixter (1877-1949)
from Out of Mist, 1921 

 [Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union] 

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