Who said the Spring was dead? <br />She would not come again, <br />Dust on her starry head, <br />For a sad world in pain? <br />The thing they have said in vain, <br />She comes new garlanded: <br />Lovely on hill and plain <br />Her lights, her flowers are shed. <br /> <br />Never was such a May! <br />Mercy of God, to prove <br />Life springs from the clay <br />And every treasured love <br />Walks in a heavenly grove. <br />The Lord God's holiday <br />To the soft coo of the dove <br />With the young lambs at play. <br /> <br />Lo! yours, and yours, are there, <br />I see them leap and run <br />In a May-world past compare <br />Whereof our God is sun. <br />They rejoice, yea, every one <br />In the ambient light and air, <br />Their pleasures are not done <br />From morn till evening star. <br /> <br />Never was such a Spring! <br />Oh, you whose eyes are wet, <br />Listen, take comforting, <br />Our God does not forget. <br />Poor folk that fear and fret <br />Your hours are on the wing <br />To the loves that wait you yet, <br />Raised up and triumphing.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-may/
