The following poem by Florence Earle Coates, an American poet, was yesterday’s poem in “A Poet for Every Day of the Year” and on a day like today, with Atlantic storms raging, we really hope ‘wintry days are over’ and the hoolies will soon come to an end!
An Adieu
Sorrow, quit me for a while!
Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile,
Violets sows and clover.Pleasure follows in her path,
Love itself flies after,
And the brook a music hath
Sweet as childhood’s laughter.Not a bird upon the bough
Can repress its rapture,
Not a bud that blossoms now
But doth beauty capture.Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate,
Spring cannot regret thee;
Yet, ah, yet — my friend of late —
I shall not forget thee!
Some Spring flowers for you.
