Ezra Pound

The Spring

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The Spring

Cydonian Spring with her attendant train, Maelids and water-girls, Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace, Throughout this sylvan place Spreads the bright tips, And every vine-stock is Clad in new brilliancies. And wild desire Falls like black lightning. O bewildered heart, Though every branch have back what last year lost, She, who moved here amid the cyclamen, Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost.