O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, <br />The days go on <br />With almonds showing the pink stars blowing <br />And birds in the dawn. <br /> <br />Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, <br />Or a lamb that is mild, <br />By little steps, and by little skips, <br />Like a lamb or a child.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-spring/
