MacBeth
07-11-2005, 10:03 PM
Spring
Through winter’s bleak and barren grasp we fight
But to recall a pasture’s shade of green,
Or whist’ling in the wind, the reeds, serene
Enough to calm the madness of our plight,
And grant our weary minds fleeting delight,
Ere unto death our bodies slowly wean,
And go in search of what man ne’er hath seen,
But know that on its vale spring throws no light.
Walk not, therefore, in misery, as spring
Extends her virgin arm, but rather sing,
As do the reeds, in homage to the wind;
Admire the green: to colours thou should cling,
As one within the womb, whom God shall bring
To Earth, with colours and seasons entwined.
Through winter’s bleak and barren grasp we fight
But to recall a pasture’s shade of green,
Or whist’ling in the wind, the reeds, serene
Enough to calm the madness of our plight,
And grant our weary minds fleeting delight,
Ere unto death our bodies slowly wean,
And go in search of what man ne’er hath seen,
But know that on its vale spring throws no light.
Walk not, therefore, in misery, as spring
Extends her virgin arm, but rather sing,
As do the reeds, in homage to the wind;
Admire the green: to colours thou should cling,
As one within the womb, whom God shall bring
To Earth, with colours and seasons entwined.