Hosanna
A Day of days! Great cloud in a naked heaven!
Sing loud, glad Earth, a song of triumph!
Under the soil a pale shoot quickens,
A living root dispels December,
Water trickles over crevices of mud and stone,
Forms pools in the young grass,
And birds sing again of the death of winter.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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