Monday, January 31

Alice Meynell's "In February"

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn,

Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers,

And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers;

A poet's face asleep in this grey morn.

Now in the midst of the old world forlorn

A mystic child is set in these still hours.

I keep this time, even before the flowers,

Sacred to all the young and the unborn.

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