Now the Green Blade Riseth

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark Earth many days has lain.
Love lives again, that with the dead has been.
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

Now the spirit stirreth at the stricken root
From the rotted tree stump springs a living shoot
Mold, muck and clay bring for the green of May
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green

In the Earth they laid them in a barren place
Witches from the burning nameless and erased.
Rising again, their ashes feed the grain.
We are come again like wheat that springeth green.

Now the wasteland bloometh from the hidden bud
in the rocky desert, rivers brim and flood
Dry bones will sing, the quickening of spring
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green

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