BREATH OF SPRING.
Winter comes, with cold and gloom, Winter comes, with dainty bloom, Wreaths and knots and coronets— In the florists’, in the street, Blue and fresh and passing sweet, Spring’s own wealth of violets! So the icy winds that rage Through the city s .ailed cage, Whirling wrathful pirouettes, Spite of all their fury chill Breathe in balm, against their will, Lovely balm of violets. Violets, that young hands enfold, Violets, worn on bosoms old! So Life wounds, adorns, forgets. Frost that freezes, rain that wets, Cloud, and fog, and night-too-soon— Alt your rigours. Lady Spring, We forgive you for the boon Of your fragrant violets!
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18550, 25 August 1928, Page 18 (Supplement)
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108BREATH OF SPRING. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18550, 25 August 1928, Page 18 (Supplement)
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