Last Night

Last night as I went through the gate
From the churchyard, walking home
Sweet fragrance met me in the dark,
From a new, and unseen bloom.

I knew it told of coming spring’s
Sweet successive waves of flowers;
The first note in the overture
Of pageant, seen and loved before.

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