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. Lambs
2. The Lowlands of Flanders
3. His Footstep
4. A Colloquy
5. A Birth-Night Song

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