When The Winter Is Done

When the winter is done With its roses in frosty And it goes on or is gone Like fall's leaves rusty I will be there to find Once again the fresh That’s in the soil behind Each earth's new enmesh We have come a long way Through turning of tides Meet dawn's drifting ray In its lone glossy seen ride Felt the upper point lowered Inside stresses of our own From the ivory towered And from thereon grown But it's time to turn back With something quite different Give tradition a new talk From what ordinary is meant But shall I accomplish this Through the hours that drift Perhaps it's only a mere wish Those men wings can't uplift