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 the 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.
- About Claude McKay


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