Snowdrop, Poem by Charles-Nérée Beauchemin

Radiant apotheoses
Of golden sun and blue sky,
Fresh glory of rosy springs,
Why then do you last so little?

Why then are you so brief,
Dawns of childhood? Fair days,
So full of aromas and saps,
Why then are you so short?

Youth, where have they gone,
The swallows of days past?
Where are the wings flown away
From your marvelous paradises?

And you, poetic chimeras,
Gilded by a ray of the ideal,
Blond ephemeral idylls,
Would you have only one flowering month?

O flowers, you are not finished!
The saddest of our seasons
Will still have harmonies
And new bursts of blooming.

The mortal season of frost
Has not killed all our flowers:
We shall be able to relive
The past, in better days.

Charles-Nérée Beauchemin

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