Reely's Poetry Blog

by NORMA MAY FRENCH (1881-1907)

The blue wisteria hangs with bloom
The Place of Memories far away.
My heart has ached with it today —
The blue wisteria is in bloom.

And one may pass so near, so near,
With half-remembering eyes and cold,

Where quickening with the budding year
It clusters perfect as of old;

And one at sight of wizened sprays,
Reluctant in an alien spring,
Must feel the sharp, unblunted sting,
The pang of unforgotten days.