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domingo, 24 de fevereiro de 2013

Meditações - enquanto a Primavera não chega


Hare to the merry birds, hark how they sing !
Although 'tis not yet spring
And keen the air;
Hale Winter, half resigning ere he go.
Doth to his heiress shew
His kingdom fair.

In patient russet is his forest spread.
All bright with bramble red.
With beechen moss
And holly sheen: the oak silver and stark
Sunneth his aged bark
And wrinkled boss.

But neath the ruin of the withered brake
Primroses now awake
From nursing shades:
The crumpled carpet of the dry leaves brown
Avails not to keep down
The hyacinth blades.

The hazel hath put forth his tassels ruffed ;
The willow's flossy tuft
Hath slipped him free:

The rose amid her ransacked orange hips
Braggeth the tender tips
Of bowers to be.

A black rook stirs the branches here and there,
Foraging to repair
His broken home :
And hark, on the ash boughs ! Never thrush did sing
Louder in praise of spring,
When spring is come.

Robert Bridges

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