The earth a cheerless look still wears, <br />But spring's breath is already swaying <br />The dead stalks in the field and playing <br />With boughs as yet of leafage bare. <br />Though nature sleeps, through its dull slumber, <br />Through dreams that slowly fade away, <br />It hears spring's airy step and gay, <br />And, happy, smiles at the newcomer... <br /> <br />O soul, my soul, you slumbered too... <br />What is it that, your sleep disturbing, <br />Fills you with warmth and tender yearning <br />And gilds your tarnished dreams anew? <br /> <br />The thawing snows lie sparkling under <br />The sparkling sky: no clouds above. <br />My hot blood plays... Is it the languor <br />Of springtime or - a woman's love?..<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-earth-a-cheerless-look-still-wears/
