Hope

A warm wind blowing in the Quad.
A cold one blew me in 
A cold one blows me out 
To nothing, to no-one
But a restful place for sitting
Like an invalid in sun, 
Blue sky above unmarred
By any cloud.
And the heart's race unfrozen,
All the yearning gathered-up
And stored, unhurtful,
All the learning taken-in,
All sorrow passed, the blackness
Stained to rose 
And no more load to weight the shoulders,
Just an unbound dance on grass, light, light
That lasts and footsoles
Green and wet with dew -
All sorrow past, all joy renewed.

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