Thursday, May 1, 2008

Maytime


The aged winter fled away
Before the bugles of the May-
And Love, dear love, arose.
But when spring's glory goes
The lilacs of our love will stay,
For ever Maytime sweet and gay,-
Until the lilacs close
Beneath the deathly snows.

From A Severe Mercy
by Sheldon Vanauken

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