Sheep's Green, Coe Fen and Grantchester Meadows were flooded yesterday.

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O mother-month, where have they hidden thee?

Out of the pale time of the flowerless rose

I reach my heart out toward the springtime lands,

I stretch my spirit forth to the fair hours,

The purplest of the prime;

I lean my soul down over them, with hands

Made wide to take the ghostly growths of flowers;

I send my love back to the lovely time. ©