'If Candlemas be bright and clear
There'll be two winters in that year';
But all the day the drumming sun
Brazened it out that spring had come,
And the tall elder on the scene
Unfolded the first leaves of green.
But when another morning came
With frost, as Candlemas with flame,
The sky was steel, there was no sun,
The elder leaves were dead and gone.
Out of a cold and crusted eye
The stiff pond stared up at the sky,
And on the scarcely breathing earth
A killing wind came from the north;
But still within the elder tree
The strong sap rose, though none could see.
There'll be two winters in that year';
But all the day the drumming sun
Brazened it out that spring had come,
And the tall elder on the scene
Unfolded the first leaves of green.
But when another morning came
With frost, as Candlemas with flame,
The sky was steel, there was no sun,
The elder leaves were dead and gone.
Out of a cold and crusted eye
The stiff pond stared up at the sky,
And on the scarcely breathing earth
A killing wind came from the north;
But still within the elder tree
(C) The estate of Charles Causley
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