There Blooms No Bud In May
There blooms no bud in May Can for its white compare With snow at break of day, On fields forlorn and bare. For shadow it hath rose, Azure, and amethyst; And every air that blows Dies out in beauteous mist. It hangs the frozen bough With flowers on which the night Wheeling her darkness through Scatters a starry light. Fearful of its pale glare In flocks the starlings rise; Slide through the frosty air, And perch with plaintive cries. Only the inky rook, Hunched cold in ruffled wings, Its snowy nest forsook, Caws of unnumbered Springs.
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