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Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese


A Song for Candlemas


THERE'S never a rose upon the bush,
And never a bud on any tree;
In wood and field nor hint nor sign
Of one green thing for you or me.
Come in, come in, sweet love of mine,
And let the bitter weather be!

Coated with ice the garden wall;
The river reeds are stark and still;
The wind goes plunging to the sea,
And last week's flakes the hollows fill.
Come in, come in, sweet love, to me,
And let the year blow as it will! 



                      Lizette Woodworth Reese


Lizette Woodworth Reese's other poems:
  1. Herbs
  2. Writ in a Book of Welsh Verse
  3. Spicewood
  4. Lydia is gone this many a year
  5. After


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