Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

In February

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn,
    Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers,
    And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers;
A poet's face asleep in this grey morn.

Now in the midst of the old world forlorn
    A mystic child is set in these still hours.
    I keep this time, even before the flowers,
Sacred to all the young and the unborn:

To all the miles and miles of unsprung wheat,
    And to the Spring waiting beyond the portal,
        And to the future of my own young art,

And, among all these things, to you, my sweet,
    My friend, to your calm face and the immortal
        Child tarrying all your life-time in your heart.

1. The Young Neophyte
2. The Two Poets
3. A Poet's Wife
4. The Unexpected Peril
5. Nurse Edith Cavell

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