THERE whispered in my ear A little tip-toe Wind: "I know where you may find The first bud o' the year." I ran, outstripping Grief, And soon the bud I found Just peeping through the ground, Wrapt in last year's leaf. And so some hope may wend Perchance unto my tomb To find thereon a bloom That shall the old loss mend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME TO RISE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM CHOICE OF EXIT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE GRAVEYARD AT WEST POINT by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |