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snapshots from Mother Country
Algernon Charles Swinburne wrote a poem in 1865 entitled
Atalanta in Calydon,
of rebirth:
When the houndsof spring are on winter’s
traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plainFills
the shadows and windy places,
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain,
For
winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins,
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover,
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.