May 1915

Charlotte Mary Mew was born in London in 1869.  She is said to have been haunted by unrequited love and the fear of madness throughout her life.  Mew is not known as a war poet, but this poem is as much about life and renewed human hope as it is about the seasons. It was written a hundred years ago between the landings at Gallipoli and the first Zeppelin raid on London.

Let us remember Spring will come again

To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees

Wait with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,

Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,

Sure of the sun, and even as to these

Surely the Spring, when God shall please,

Will come again like a divine surprise

To those who sit today with their great Dead, hands in their hands

Eyes in their eyes

At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things

And changing skies.

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