---

Augusta Davies Webster - The First Spring Day
Work rating: Low

THE sunshine died long ago,
Stifled out long ago,
And the waste of the world was grey,
    And night was the best to know,
For night was to doze and forget the day,
    To be warm and forgetting and still,
    And need not the sun and know not the chill:
But oh, for the day that was darkened so!

    Why gaze on a barren heaven,
Void and unchanging heaven,
On a barren earth in the grime,
    And not a poor blossom given,
No thing that was thinking of sunshine time,
    For a promise, a praise of the past?
    And so one forgot the sunshine at last;
And sleep could avail, but what to have striven?

    The sunshine wakes once anew,
Wakes and is born anew,
And the Age of the earth grows young,
    And heaven has its youth for hue,
And hope is the tune of the spring-bird`s tongue,
    And the leaves in their prisons all hark,
    And blossoms will know there is end of the dark:
One hour of the sun, and the spring-time grew!

    The sunshine new on the earth,
Heaven to brighten the earth,
And the deathful dimness gone by,
    The barren and winter dearth!
And to-day is the best till the next is nigh,
    And to-night is to-morrow begun,
    To-morrow, when blossoms remember the sun!
Dead hopes, are ye born with the blossoms birth?
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.