Here you will find the Poem Spring-ripple of green along the way of poet Christopher John Brennan
Spring-ripple of green along the way, keen plash of aery waves that play, and in my heart thy dreamy smart, O distant day! Oh whisper hidden in the spring of days when soul and song took wing beneath her eyes, twin smiling skies bent listening. Oh cruel spell the season weaves! heart-piercing smell of smoky eves, all, all is old! ironic gold that but deceives! Strange spring, wilt only make me mourn? Ah, for thy grace is overworn! we are the ghost of spring-tides lost and singing morn!
