Spring
Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)Wake up again !
The sky was crystal clear, And washed quite clean with rain ;
And tar below my heart stirred with the year,
Stirred with the year and sighed.
O pallid
Move now at last,
O heart that sleeps with pain Rise up and
The voices in the valleys, run to
The songs and shadows.
O wake up again !
Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t(Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.)Put out green leaves !
The moon was in the skies, All night she wakes and weaves.
The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes,
Like fairies' eyes.
O trees so black and bare,
Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves; For nothing dies,
The songs that are, are silences that were,
Summer was Winter.
O put but green leaves!
Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth !(All day the lark has sung a madrigal.)Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet And waits thy patient birth,
Waits for the jonquil and the violet,
The violet.
Full soon the heavy
Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth Some
Will bubble in my wilderness, some
Will touch my silence.
O break through the earth.
Lord Alfred Douglas
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