I said, "I have shut my heart <br /> As one shuts an open door, <br />That Love may starve therein <br /> And trouble me no more." <br /> <br />But over the roofs there came <br /> The wet new wind of May, <br />And a tune blew up from the curb <br /> Where the street-pianos play. <br /> <br />My room was white with the sun <br /> And Love cried out in me, <br />"I am strong, I will break your heart <br /> Unless you set me free."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-wind/
