When the spring comes again, will you be there? <br />Three springs I watched and waited for your face, <br />And listened for your voice upon the air; <br />I sought for you in many a hidden place, <br />Saying, 'She must be there.' <br /> <br />'Surely some magic slumber holds her fast, <br />She whose blue eyes were morning's earliest flowers,' <br />I sighed: and, one by one, before me passed <br />The rainbowed daughters of the vernal showers, <br />Saying, 'She comes at last.' <br /> <br />Ah! broken promise of the world! how fair <br />You speak young hearts! In many a wanton word <br />Of lyric April, each succeeding year, <br />By risen flower, and the returning bird, <br />You vowed to bring back her. <br /> <br />And now the flutes are in the trees once more, <br />The violets breathe up through the melting snow, <br />Old Earth throws open wide her grassy door- <br />As if there were no violets long ago, <br />Or any birds before.<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-s-promises/
