Soon the fairy buds of spring will break And gaily will the scented blossoms dance All Nature from unconscious sleep awake Renew with earth her many-hued romance.
O comrade soul we shall not hear again The wren a-burst with song, the eagle's cry Or tread the airy mosses in the glen For you have flown the nest and life's awry.
O spirit of thy inner self aware The world is still too cruel to cherish thee, But I have grown to breathe a vaster air For dwelling in thy soul's proximity.
For Mary Helen "€œ February 18, 2002
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