The Seed

Bearing a life unseen,
Thou lingerest between
A flower withdrawn,
And — what thou ne'er shalt see —
A blossom yet to be
When thou art gone.

Unto the feast of Spring
Thy broken heart shall bring
What most it craved,
To find, like Magdalen
In tears, a life again
Love-lost- and saved!
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