Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith

A Hope

IT befell me on a day —
Long ago; ah, long ago!
When my life was in its May,
In the May - month of the year.
All the orchards were like snow
With pink - flushes there and here;
And a bird sang, building near,
And a bird sang far away,
Where the early twilight lay.

Long ago! ah, long ago!
Youth's sweet May passed quite away
May that never more is May!
Yet I hear the nightingale
Singing far adown the vale
Where the early twilight lies,
Singing sad, and sweet, and strong
And I wonder if the song
May be heard in Paradise!

1. Withheld
2. A Birthday Rhyme
3. Just for a Day
4. At the Dawn
5. After the Winter Rain

Charles Kingsley A Hope ("Twin stars, aloft in ether clear") 1842

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