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April 10, 2019


a prayer in spring
posted by soe 1:21 am

I figured maybe I’d post a few poems throughout April, seeing as how it’s National Poetry Month. Here’s one by an old New England favorite:

Rose Park

A Prayer in Spring
   ~Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

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I love this poem – thank you for moving it to the front of my brain!

Comment by Kat 04.10.19 @ 6:47 am



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