This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,

Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame filled bushes,

Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between

Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration

Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze

Of growing, and the spark that puff in wild gyration,

Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among

This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit if tossed

About like a shadow buffeted in the throng

Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.


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