When the musicians hide away their faces, <br />And all the petals of the rose are shed, <br />And snow is drifting through the happy places, <br />And the last cricket's heart is cold and dead; <br />O Joy, where shall we find thee? <br />O Love, where shall we seek? <br />For summer is behind thee, <br />And cold is winter's cheek. <br /> <br />Where shall I find me violets in December? <br />O tell me where the wood-thrush sings to-day! <br />Ah! heart, our summer-love dost thou remember <br />Where it lies hidden safe and warm away? <br />When woods once more are ringing <br />With sweet birds on the bough, <br />And brooks once more are singing, <br />Will it be there--thinkst thou? <br /> <br />When Autumn came through bannered woodlands sighing, <br />We found a place of moonlight and of tears, <br />And there, with yellow leaves for it to lie in, <br />Left it to dream, watched over by the spheres. <br />It lies like buried treasure <br />Beneath the winter's cold, <br />The love beyond all measure, <br />In heaps of living gold. <br /> <br />When April's here, with all her sweet adorning, <br />And all the joys steal back December hid, <br />Shall we not laughing run, some happy morning, <br />And of our treasure lift the leafy lid? <br />Again to find it dreaming, <br />Just as we left it still, <br />Our treasure far out-gleaming <br />Crocus and daffodil.<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buried-treasure-4/
