I feel the Spring far off, far off, <br />The faint far scent of bud and leaf-- <br />Oh how can Spring take heart to come <br />To a world in grief, <br />Deep grief? <br /> <br />The sun turns north, the days grow long, <br />Later the evening star grows bright-- <br />How can the daylight linger on <br />For men to fight, <br />Still fight? <br /> <br />The grass is waking in the ground, <br />Soon it will rise and blow in waves-- <br />How can it have the heart to sway <br />Over the graves, <br />New graves? <br /> <br />Under the boughs where lovers walked <br />The apple-blooms will shed their breath-- <br />But what of all the lovers now <br />Parted by death, <br />Gray Death?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-in-war-time/
