Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен)

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.

1. The Young Soldier
2. Turn o' the Year
3. The Predestined
4. Dead - A Prisoner
5. Winter Sunset

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