Too long and quickly have I lived to vow <br />The woe that stretches me shall never wane, <br />Too often seen the end of endless pain <br />To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow. <br />I know, I know- again the shriveled bough <br />Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain, <br />And these hard lands be quivering with grain- <br />I tell you only: it is Winter now. <br /> <br />What if I know, before the Summer goes <br />Where dwelt this bitter frenzy shall be rest? <br />What is it now, that June shall surely bring <br />New promise, with the swallow and the rose? <br />My heart is water, that I first must breast <br />The terrible, slow loveliness of Spring.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transition/
