<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crocuses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They heard the South wind sighing<br>A murmur of the rain;<br>And they knew that Earth was longing<br>To see them all again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the snow-drops still were sleeping<br>Beneath the silent sod;<br>They felt their new life pulsing<br>Within the dark, cold clod. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a daffodil nor daisy<br>Had dared to raise its head;<br>Not a fairhaired dandelion<br>Peeped timid from its bed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though a tremor of the winter<br>Did shivering through them run;<br>Yet they lifted up their foreheads<br>To greet the vernal sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sunbeams gave them welcome.<br>As did the morning air <br>And scattered o'er their simple robes<br>Rich tints of beauty rare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon a host of lovely flowers<br>From vales and woodland burst;<br>But in all that fair procession<br>The crocuses were first.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First to weave for Earth a chaplet<br>To crown her dear old head;<br>And to beautify the pathway<br>Where winter still did tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their loved and white haired mother<br>Smiled sweetly 'neath the touch,<br>When she knew her faithful children<br>Were loving her so much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391830" data-title="The Crocuses de Frances Ellen Watkins Harper" data-description="They heard the South wind sighing A murmur of the rain; And they knew that Earth was longing To see them all again. While the snow-drops still were sleeping Beneath the silent sod; They felt their new life pulsing Within the dark, cold clod. No..."></div> </div> </div>

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