How do you know that the pilgrim track <br />Along the belting zodiac <br />Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds <br />Is traced by now to the Fishes' bounds <br />And into the Ram, when weeks of cloud <br />Have wrapt the sky in a clammy shroud, <br />And never as yet a tinct of spring <br />Has shown in the Earth's apparelling; <br />O vespering bird, how do you know, <br />How do you know? <br /> <br />How do you know, deep underground, <br />Hid in your bed from sight and sound, <br />Without a turn in temperature, <br />With weather life can scarce endure, <br />That light has won a fraction's strength, <br />And day put on some moments' length, <br />Whereof in merest rote will come, <br />Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb; <br />O crocus root, how do you know, <br />How do you know?<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-year-s-awakening/
