When birds were songless on the bough <br />I heard thee sing. <br />The world was full of winter, thou <br />Wert full of spring. <br /> <br />To-day the world's heart feels anew <br />The vernal thrill, <br />And thine beneath the rueful yew <br />Is wintry chill.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-birds-were-songless/
