They spoke of him I love <br />With cruel words and gay; <br />My lips kept silent guard <br />On all I could not say. <br /> <br />I heard, and down the street <br />The lonely trees in the square <br />Stood in the winter wind <br />Patient and bare. <br /> <br />I heard . . . oh voiceless trees <br />Under the wind, I knew <br />The eager terrible spring <br />Hidden in you.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/february/
