And the rain since <br />And I have not heard <br />Leaf at the pane all winter <br />Nor a bird's wing beating as that was <br />I have not seen <br />All year your leaning face again <br />Since I have never wakened but that smell <br />Of wet pine bark was in the room.<br /><br />Archibald MacLeish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/de-votre-bonheur-il-ne-reste-que-vos-photos-sipsce/
