When gilded head of crocus breaks the earth
And blossom trembles on the almond tree
The sun is warmer on my aged back
And memories come crowding in to me.
The dragging winter months have lasted long
And chill has kept me prisoned at my hearth
My senses dulled by many months disuse
But suddenly it's spring again!
With eagerness I daily search them out:
Remembered signs and joys returned
The first dark hidden violet,
The bursting gold of daffodil,
The early song of finch upon the bough,
The scarlet flash of cardinal,
And I am young again
Because
I find a sudden spring.
~ The Marquise De Chambrun
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