"Remembrance"



Remembrance


The hours of light grow longer,
        Briefer the hours of dusk,
In marshes soon will open
        The green leaves of the musk.

The frog in cool wet hollows
        His notes will murmur long,
The thrush thro’ leafing branches
        Will pour his golden song.

The grass will spring and freshen
        The hillside as of old,
And all the fields will yellow
        With dandelion’s gold.

Yea, all the earth’s rich places
        To sweet new joys will start;
But oh, the bleak and barren
        Waste places of the heart!




"Remembrance" as it appears in Ella Higginson's The Voice of April-Land (1903).




A draft of "Remembrance" on onionskin paper, courtesy of the Ella Higginson Papers, Center for Pacific Northwest Studies, Heritage Resources, Western Washington University, Bellingham WA.


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