Promises of March, Poem by Auguste Angellier

Poem by Auguste Angellier Collection The Path of SeasonsThemes Love, Nature, SpringPeriod 20th century

When March sows its sudden showers
Whose wild hail sparkles bright,
When with its white needle-stitches
The frost embroiders lace
On the black branches of the paths,

In the renewed grasses
Already ready for the asphodel,
Exquisite scents exhaled
Announce the faithful return
Of the sweet exiled breezes:

And from the hills to the valleys,
The little robin calls,
Shaking its wet wings,
For the days when the wood interweaves,
To hide the nests, its foliage.

But to inconsolable souls
What does it matter that June heaps
Wallflowers on the old walls,
And that through the blue air streams
A flood of cooing songs?

My hopes have gone
Into the cold tomb with her
Who sleeps in the field of mausoleums;
Spring died with her;
All seasons are desolate.

Auguste Angellier

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