<h2><SPAN name="chap16"></SPAN>CANDLEMAS</h2>
<p class="poem">
O hearken, all ye little weeds<br/>
That lie beneath the snow,<br/>
(So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!)<br/>
The sun hath risen for royal deeds,<br/>
A valiant wind the vanguard leads;<br/>
Now quicken ye, lest unborn seeds<br/>
Before ye rise and blow.<br/>
<br/>
O furry living things, adream<br/>
On winter’s drowsy breast,<br/>
(How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest!)<br/>
Arise and follow where a gleam<br/>
Of wizard gold unbinds the stream,<br/>
And all the woodland windings seem<br/>
With sweet expectance blest.<br/>
<br/>
My birds, come back! the hollow sky<br/>
Is weary for your note.<br/>
(Sweet-throat, come back! O liquid, mellow throat!)<br/>
Ere May’s soft minions hereward fly,<br/>
Shame on ye, Laggards, to deny<br/>
The brooding breast, the sun-bright eye,<br/>
The tawny, shining coat!<br/></p>
<p class="left">
ALICE BROWN</p>
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