Why should you be astonished that my heart, <br />Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, <br />Should be revived by you, and stir and start <br />As by warm April now, reviving Earth? <br />I am the field of undulating grass <br />And you the gentle perfumed breath of Spring, <br />And all my lyric being, when you pass, <br />Is bowed and filled with sudden murmuring. <br />I asked you nothing and expected less, <br />But, with that deep, impassioned tenderness <br />Of one approaching what he most adores, <br />I only wished to lose a little space <br />All thought of my own life, and in its place <br />To live and dream and have my joy in yours.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-03-5/
