Spring in War-Time

I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf-
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright-
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves-
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?

Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple -blooms 3will shed their breath-
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,
Grey Death?

Sara Teasdale

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