by Dora Read Goodale (1866 - 1915)

from All Round the Year, Verses from Sky Farm


Where the landlocked wind-storm rages,
Rushing thro’ the wild ravine,
Where the gathered dust of ages
Is renewed in tenderest green;
Where the passionate pulse of power
Beats along its strong career,
You may find a three-cleft flower
In the spring-time of the year!

Winter winds thro’ mountain passes
Break athwart the frosty night;
Spring among the seething grasses
Stirs a newer pulse of light;
Sweet and strange the April weather, -
Generous she of heart and hand,
Sun and storm she brings together,
Strong to conquer and command.

Now about the rugged places
And along the ruined way,
Light and free in sudden graces
Comes the careless tread of May, -
Born of tempest, wrought in power,
Stirred by sudden hope and fear,
You may find a mystic flower
In the spring-time of the year!