The Almond Tree by Kathleen Dalziel

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The almond tree by the crossroads wide,
   Where the early blackbirds sing, 
Shakes out her delicate clustered pride
   At the first surge of spring.

White, white is the almond branch,
   As white clouds after rain,
But dark the wound I cannot staunch
   That wells unseen again.

For I care not at, all for the roses wrought
   Of the season's mounting prime, 
Nor the colourful spoil of blossoms caught
   In the meshes of summer-time.

Only the almond where we two kissed
   Lang syne, in the better years, 
I see again through a sudden mist
   Of tears, of futile tears.

First published in The Australasian, 24 August 1929

Author reference site: Austlit

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