by Robert Bridges
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming;
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid,
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring.
Robert Seymour Bridges (1844-1930)
English poet; poet laureate (1913-30)
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