Slow Spring

 O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,

The days go on.

With almonds showing the pink stars blowing

And birds in the dawn.


Grow slowly year, like a child that is dear,

Or a lamb that is mild,

By little steps, and by little skips,

Like a lamb or a child.

Katherine Tynan





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