Out of the window a sea of green trees <br /> Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer; <br />They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!" <br /> But I cannot answer. <br /> <br />I am alone with Weakness and Pain, <br /> Sick abed and June is going, <br />I cannot keep her, she hurries by <br /> With the silver-green of her garments blowing. <br /> <br />Men and women pass in the street <br /> Glad of the shining sapphire weather, <br />But we know more of it than they, <br /> Pain and I together. <br /> <br />They are the runners in the sun, <br /> Breathless and blinded by the race, <br />But we are watchers in the shade <br /> Who speak with Wonder face to face.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-windows/
