The wind is tossing the lilacs, <br />The new leaves laugh in the sun, <br />And the petals fall on the orchard wall, <br />But for me the spring is done. <br /> <br />Beneath the apple blossoms <br />I go a wintry way, <br />For love that smiled in April <br />Is false to me in May.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-3/
