I hope everyone has exciting plans for the Easter Weekend.
My chosen poem this week is by another new poet for me. Edwin Arnold (1832-1904) was born in Kent but spent most of life in India, where he worked as a schoolmaster. He became the editor of The Daily Telegraph on his return to England.
April Blossom of the almond-trees, April's gift to April's bees, Birthday ornament of spring, Flora's fairest daughterling! - Coming when no flow'rets dare Trust the cruel outer air; When the royal king-cup bold Will not don his coat of gold; And the sturdy blackthorn spray Keeps its silver for the May; - Coming when no flow-rets would, Save the lowly sisterhood Early violets, blue and white, Dying for their love of light. Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring-days soon will reach us, Lest, with longing over-tried, We die as the violets died. Blossom, clouding all the tree With thy crimson 'broidery, Long before a leaf of green On the bravest bough is seen; Ah! when wintry winds are swinging All thy red bells into ringing, With a bee in every bell, Almond bloom, we greet thee well! Edwin Arnold
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