Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, <br />And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, <br />And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow <br />Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing <br />The summer through, and each departing wing, <br />And all the nests that the bared branches show, <br />And all winds that in any weather blow, <br />And all the storms that the four seasons bring. <br />You go no more on your exultant feet <br />Up paths that only mist and morning knew, <br />Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat <br />Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,-- <br />But you were something more than young and sweet <br />And fair,--and the long year remembers you.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iii-mindful-of-you-the-sodden-earth-2/
