Spring Poem



Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)

F or winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

From Atalanta in Calydon (1865)


I took the flowers pictures yesterday in a garden rue de Babylone. And as always, I used Meg at Mandarin’s tips for the layout.