The wand that wakes buds is wafting
Over rill and main
Soon the song that sleeps, my darling
Will spill free again
Soon rain-silver notes soft-splashing
Will bring blooming bow’rs
Soon spring’s hidden hymns, my darling
Will wing into flow’rs
Time, for all its testing manner
Never tires earth
Where it lays a lifeless banner
It will sire birth
Like the rush of broken rivers
From ice-fetters freed
Beneath us an ocean quivers
Held, as yet, in seed
© Janet Martin
Lushes lines leading to lavender lore.
ReplyDelete:) thank-you! in time's much madness is such great gladness!
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