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Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges


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While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry
And blackening east that so embitters March,
Well-housed must watch grey fields and meadows parch,
And driven dust and withering snowflake fly;
Already in glimpses of the tarnish'd sky
The sun is warm and beckons to the larch,
And where the covert hazels interarch
Their tassell'd twigs, fair beds of primrose lie.
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming;
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid,
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring. 



                      Robert Seymour Bridges


Robert Seymour Bridges's other poems:
  1. To Catullus
  2. To Joseph Joachim
  3. Pater Filio
  4. Low Barometer
  5. Emily Bronte


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