February's daffodils appear Thrusting through the thickly frozen soil And I awake with them the dancing years Regardless of past suffering and toil.
As from the stem the golden flowers rise I too shall grow apace, my spirit soar Fling far from me the being that denies, And blossom forth from earth's enchanted floor
To find my spirit's truth upon the heights From which I came a thousand lives ago To taste this world's unparalled delights And in a body learn to be and know.
Poems Undated (1727)
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