Poem by Coventry Patmore

The Year

The crocus, while the days are dark,
Unfolds its saffron sheen;
At April's touch the crudest bark
Discovers gems of green.

Then sleep the seasons, full of might;
While slowly swells the pod
And rounds the peach, and in the night
The mushroom bursts the sod.

The winter falls; the frozen rut
Is bound with silver bars;
The snowdrift heaps against the hut,
And night is pierced with stars. 

1. Alexander And Lycon
2. Eros
3. The Azalea
4. The Spirit's Depths
5. Olympus

Ella Wilcox The Year ("What can be said in New Year rhymes")

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