Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, <br /> And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, <br /> And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow <br />Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing <br />The summer through, and each departing wing, <br /> And all the nests that the bared branches show, <br /> And all winds that in any weather blow, <br />And all the storms that the four seasons bring. <br /> <br />You go no more on your exultant feet <br /> Up paths that only mist and morning knew, <br />Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat <br /> Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,— <br />But you were something more than young and sweet <br /> And fair,—and the long year remembers you.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-03-mindful-of-you-the-sodden-earth-in-spr/
