Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)
Loss and Restoration of Smell
Dull to the year's first odours, I rebelled Against the law which doomed the violets Ere I had smelt them; but, ere long, I held A quickened nostril over all the sweets Of the full summer--for I had besuoght The All-Giver to restore my blunted sense; Humbly I prayed, and breath of roses brought The answer. O! it was a joy intense, After that dreary interval of loss. I laughed, I ran about as one possessed; And now that winter seems my hopes to cross I snuff the very frost with happy zest, Proud of recovered power, and fain to win Fresh triumphs for it, when the Spring comes in.
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