The Delayed Season
A green, frilled dress Lies ready to wear, With shoes to match, Such a dainty pair. But where is the lady To whom these belong? Winter is chafing At being kept waiting; Where is Spring That she is so long? Soft on a moss bed With blankets of down, A pillow of birch-dust, ' In cradle of brown, Lies sleeping, the culprit, The fair Lady Spring. But why is she sleeping When buds should be peeping? Birds, nests should be building, New life she should bring? Oh, Spring, wake up! Wake up—a world Lies waiting for you To ope leaves that are furled, And rouse the young flowers. Yon have slept too long, And mortals are’tired Of sleet and cold showers— They want fresh, green bowers Bright flowers and bird song, —Original, by Buster Boy (17), Wellington.
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Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 291, 4 September 1937, Page 9 (Supplement)
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139The Delayed Season Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 291, 4 September 1937, Page 9 (Supplement)
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