Now the Green Blade Riseth

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,

wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;

Love lives again, that with the dead has been:

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Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

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In the grave they laid him, Love by hatred slain,

thinking that never he would wake again,

laid in the earth, like grain that sleeps unseen:

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When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,

Love’s touch can call us back to life again,

fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

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