Spring-ripple of green along the way,
keen plash of aery waves that play,
and in my heart
thy dreamy smart, O distant day!
Oh whisper hidden in the spring
of days when soul and song took wing
beneath her eyes,
twin smiling skies bent listening.
Oh cruel spell the season weaves!
heart-piercing smell of smoky eves,
all, all is old!
ironic gold that but deceives!
Strange spring, wilt only make me mourn?
Ah, for thy grace is overworn!
we are the ghost
of spring-tides lost and singing morn!
Spring-ripple Of Green Along The Way
Christopher John Brennan
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Poem topics: green, lost, smart, song, wing, hidden, soul, play, smell, whisper, Season, ghost, gold, strange, beneath, mourn, Valentine's Day, heart, spring, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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