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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To K.M.D.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the buds, before they burst,<br>Leaves and flowers are moulded;<br>Closely pressed they lie at first,<br>Exquisitely folded.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though no hope of change they felt,<br>Folded hard together,<br>Soon their sap begins to melt<br>In the warmer weather.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Till, when Life returns with Spring,<br>Through them softly stealing,<br>All their freshness forth they fling,<br>Hidden forms revealing. [606]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who can fold those flowers again,<br>In the way he found them?<br>Or those spreading leaves restrain,<br>In the buds that bound them?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Trust me, Spring is very near,<br>All the buds are swelling;<br>All the glory of the year<br>In those buds is dwelling.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What the opened buds reveal<br>Tells us—Life is flowing;<br>What the buds, still shut, conceal,<br>We shall end in knowing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Long I lingered in the bud<br>Doubting of the season,<br>Winter's cold had chilled my blood-—<br>I was ripe for treason.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now no more I doubt or wait,<br>All my fears are vanished,<br>Summer’s coming, dear, though late,<br>Fogs and frosts are banished.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Clerk+Maxwell">James Clerk Maxwell</a></strong></div>

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