Spring-ripple of green along the way, <br />keen plash of aery waves that play, <br />and in my heart <br />thy dreamy smart, O distant day! <br />Oh whisper hidden in the spring <br />of days when soul and song took wing <br />beneath her eyes, <br />twin smiling skies bent listening. <br />Oh cruel spell the season weaves! <br />heart-piercing smell of smoky eves, <br />all, all is old! <br />ironic gold that but deceives! <br />Strange spring, wilt only make me mourn? <br />Ah, for thy grace is overworn! <br />we are the ghost <br />of spring-tides lost and singing morn!<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-ripple-of-green-along-the-way/
