Soft as the bed in the earth <br />Where a stone has lain— <br />So soft, so smooth and so cool, <br />Spring closes me in <br />With her arms and her hands. <br /> <br />Rich as the smell <br />Of new earth on a stone, <br />That has lain, breathing <br />The damp through its pores— <br />Spring closes me in <br />With her blossomy hair; <br />Brings dark to my eyes.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadow-31/
