Spring in New Hampshire/After the Winter

by Claude McKay

After the Winter

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning's white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We'll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

 

And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill
And works the droning bee,
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near
And ferns that never fade.