The Robins sing
And listen, ear-tuned to the earth
New life, rebirth
Creation soars
In egg-blue sky and
Budding tree and branch
Hold life
On every leaf
A dew drop glists-the joy of spring
And winter’s law of death and doom
Is cracked
Split open, like a grave-
The trees burst into leaf
The earth to flower
While a shower
Of refreshing rain alights
The brightness rings
And death’s sting lost
Rebirth-and resurrection joy
The hush of wonder aches with hope and grace.
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