“Unwarmed by any sunset light
The gray day darkened into night [...]”
#JohnGreenleafWhittier
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#nature #winter #sunset #clematis #poetry #poem

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

#emilydickinson
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#hope #nature #feather #drop #poetry #poem #womenpoets

“I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing;
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.”
[#ChristinaRossetti, The First Spring Day]
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#poetry #poem #spring #snowdrops #crocus #nature #naturephotography #englishpoetry #womenpoets