A poem beginning ‘Goodbye, Winter’, an opening line used by MacNeice
Goodbye, Winter,
The dewdrop on the crocus
Like a crystal ball
Comes slowly into focus.
When the cuckoo calls,
How shall I be stirred?
With a merry major
Or mournful, minor third?
When the droning bee
Comes hovering on the wing,
Will he bring me nectar
Or will he bring a sting?
This alone seems clear:
No matter good or bad,
Inquiring of a dewdrop
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