I go beneath triumphal arches
Of linden-yellow and ash-green:
I hang upon the elms and larches
The colours of my May, the queen.
Before me goes the first wild swallow,
For me the daffodils delay:
After my feet the flagflowers follow,
And gorse grows gold about my way.
Two wings are pinions at my shoulder,
Two wings are plumes upon my feet:
The earth that drowsed grows younger, bolder.
And with warm mouth my kiss doth meet.
I am busy working to bring Nora Hopper Chesson's "March" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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