How sweet! when storm-racked Winter flies,
And Spring comes in with melting skies,
When Earth's green carpet's newly spread,
And Heaven is genial overhead,
How sweet! when woods and valleys ring
With echoes of returning Spring,
When liquid song the azure fills,
And sunshine wraps the southern hills,
To leave the busy school of care,
And wander in the rapturous air,
Where the high elms their shadows pass
Like ghostly phantoms on the grass,
When softly-murmuring breezes bring
Summer's warm balm upon the wing!
O then my earth-born fetter breaks,
Then my slow-slumbering soul awakes,
Living, from Sorrow's bed I rise
And drink the medicine of the skies;
From my sequestered sickness run
And revel in the healing sun.
So as, one winter past and gone,
Another Spring comes trembling on,
With each revolving year that flies
My inward spirit lives and dies;
Dies with the chill, retrenchant blast,
And kindles when the storm is past.
Title photography by Kara-Jane Senior
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