{copy work} The Enkindled Spring by D.H. Lawrence

I am enjoying my first New England so much. Everything is alive and colorful and misty in its exuberance. - Amy

The Enkindled Spring

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 D. H. LAWRENCE

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, 

Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, 

Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between 

Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. 

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration 

Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze 

Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration, 

Faces of people streaming across my gaze. 

And I, what fountain of fire am I among 

This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed 

About like a shadow buffeted in the throng 

Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.

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