Cydonian Spring with her attendant train, <br />Maelids and water-girls, <br />Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace, <br />Throughout this sylvan place <br />Spreads the bright tips, <br />And every vine-stock is <br />Clad in new brilliancies. <br />And wild desire <br />Falls like black lightning. <br />bewildered heart, <br />Though every branch have back what last year lost, <br />She, who moved here amid the cyclamen, <br />Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spring-8/
