Let us remember Spring will come again To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees Wait for their old wise patience for the heavenly rain, Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze, Sure of the sun. And even as to these Surely the Spring, when God shall please, Will come again like a divine surprise To those who sit today with their great Dead, hands in their hands, eyes in their eyes, At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things and changing skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE |