As kings, seeing their lives about to pass, <br />Take off the heavy ermine and the crown, <br />So had the trees that autumn-time laid down <br />Their golden garments on the dying grass, <br />When I, who watched the seasons in the glass <br />Of my own thoughts, saw all the autumn's brown <br />Leap into life and wear a sunny gown <br />Of leafage fresh as happy April has. <br />Great spring came singing upward from the south; <br />For in my heart, far carried on the wind, <br />Your words like winged seeds took root and grew, <br />And all the world caught music from your mouth; <br />I saw the light as one who had been blind, <br />And knew my sun and song and spring were you.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/primavera-mia/
