Claude McKay’s “After the Winter”

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves,
And against the morningā€™s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
Weā€™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 lonely nest
Beside an open glade,
And there forever will we rest,
O loveā€”O nut-brown maid!

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