Spring - A poem by A. A. B. Cavaness

Spring.

UNDER the opened gates of Paradise
   Now swings the world, and through the soundless seas
   The wind swept heaven drops upon the trees
The perfumes of celestial sacrifice;
Oh, leaves and flowers^__sweetest mysteries^__
   Thrilling our souls with voiceless madrigals,
   Are ye not ciphers writ on nature's walls,
The organ notes of future symphonies?

Prophet blossoms! Earth's winter has been long,
Eons of years, Oh, emerald, preaching leaves,
Snow-banks of human hearts, glaciers of wrong!
But lo! it comes, the sun that all retrieves,
The ages' glass, the miracle of spring
Doth shadow Time's majestic blossoming.

^__A. A. B. Cavaness.

Poems by Two Brothers
A. A. B. Cavaness & J. M. Cavaness
(Chetopa: J. M. Cavaness and Son Co. 1896)
Pages 63-64