Updated: Apr 24, 2020
From 'In Pursuit of Spring" by Edward Thomas
Winter may rise up through mould alive with violets and primroses and daffodils, but when cowslips and bluebells have grown over his grave he cannot rise again: he is dead and rotten, and from his ashes the blossoms are springing.
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