Girl at the Window
Antonia Rzhevskaya
The Soul of April
Over the wintry threshold
Who comes with joy to-day,
So frail, yet so enduring,
To triumph o'er dismay?
Ah, quick her tears are springing,
And quickly they are dried,
For sorrow walks before her,
But gladness walks beside.
Bliss Carman
No comments:
Post a Comment