Gold flame and silver flame,
Burning through the mould,
In the east wind's scornful breath,
When the world's a-cold:
Fiery from the earth's red heart
Leap they to the light,
Gold flame and silver flame,
Crocus yellow and white.
Look, you starveling wayfarers,
Shivering as you go,
Watching lest the leaden sky
Break in blinding snow:
See the grey, the iron sod
Cleft by sudden heat!
Gold flame and silver flame
Flicker at your feet.
Torches of the tiny year,
Cressets put to mark
Pathways where the spring may tread,
Groping through the dark:
Fires to warm the heart,
Candles rare and small,
Gold flame and silver flame
Glow beside the wall.
Shall they smoulder into dust,
Sink in embers grey?
Shall their gleam in ashes lost,
Wither all away?
O, they mount, some night of stars,
From the prisoning sod, -
Gold flame and silver flame
Light the halls of God!
~May Byron
Beautiful crocus, Joanna. Has all your snow melted? If so, that was fast! :)
ReplyDeleteYes most of the snow is gone, with the exception of a few areas that were really drifted, parts of the woods, and of course the great piles! It's so good to see it go! :)
DeleteLovely Crocuses. I love their bright colors.
ReplyDeleteYes they are so cheerful!
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