He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
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Comments3REMEMBER READING THIS AS A KID, A TRULY LOVELY POEM THAT MAKES ME NOSTALGIC 🍁💭 IT STILL HAS THAT BEAUTIFUL MAGIC EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!! 🌟 #POETRYLOVER
such a beautiful poem this is, reminds me of the spring season..
such a beautiful poem this is, reminds me of the spring season..