Verse and Reverse (1921)/Spring Comes


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Spring Comes

Spring comes—
But no well-acquainted faces
Smile out of windows
In the big, faded house.

Spring comes—
But no joy restores the graces
That once smiled from windows
In that old, forlorn house.

Spring's concern is all with new joys
Old joys Spring erases,
Scorns by-gone sorrows
Of that old, faded house.

But about those gaunt-eyed windows
When Spring comes,
I can still discover traces,
Tender, hallowed traces
Of old joys in that house.
Spring comes!

—Florence Deacon Black


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