Volume 9 — March Omens.
Reading edition
[Footnote 44]
ON ivied stems and leafless sprays The sunshine lies in dream: Scarcely yon mirrored willow sways Within the watery gleam. In woods far off the dove is heard, And streams that feed the lake: All else is hushed save one small bird, That twitters in the brake. Yet something works through earth and air, A sound less heard than felt, Whispering of Nature's procreant care, While the last snow-flakes melt. The year anon her rose will don; But to-day this trance is best— This weaving of fibre and knitting of bone In Earth's maternal breast.