I said, "I have shut my heart <br />As one shuts an open door, <br />That Love may starve therein <br />And trouble me no more." <br /> <br />But over the roofs there came <br />The wet new wind of May, <br />And a tune blew up from the curb <br />Where the street-pianos play. <br /> <br />My room was white with the sun <br />And Love cried out in me, <br />"I am strong, I will break your heart <br />Unless you set me free."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-wind-2/
