8/17/2019 While Yet We Wait for Spring

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While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry

And blackening east that so embitters March,

Well-housed must watch grey fields and meadows parch,

And driven dust and withering snowflake fly;Already in glimpses of the tarnish'd sky

The sun is warm and beckons to the larch,

And where the covert haels interarch

Their tassell'd twigs, fair beds of primrose lie!

"eneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid

A million buds but stay their blossoming;

And trustful birds have built their nests amid

The shuddering boughs, and only wait to singTill one soft shower from the south shall bid,

And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring!

#obert $eymour "ridges

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