A Spring Song

Lady, look up and laugh, at least
That we no vigil keep—
With pedants pure enough to curse
And wise enough to weep.

I know that fair before your feet
The dandelion flamed—
When heavens fall and stars are rent
You shall not be ashamed.

When you shall stand beneath the skies
With God's own garments blue
One ragged, reckless, shameless soul
Shall stand and speak with you.

Then shall he stand and speak a Word
Yea, one great Word I ween
“To us at least the rose was red
To us the grass was green.”
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