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Monadnock in Early Spring

by Amy Lowell, 1912

Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all
 The little lesser hills which compass thee,
 Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy,
Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall
Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call
 Of Spring, thy trees flush with expectancy
 And cast a cloud of crimson, silently,
Above thy snowy crevices where fall
 Pale shrivelled oak leaves, while the snow beneath
 Melts at their phantom touch.  Another year
Is quick with import.  Such each year has been.
 Unmoved thou watchest all, and all bequeath
 Some jewel to thy diadem of power,
Thou pledge of greater majesty unseen.

Published in A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
Tags: earth day, spring

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