I walk and wonder <br />To hear the birds sing, <br />Without you my lady <br />How can there be Spring? <br />I see the pink blossoms <br />That slept for a year; <br />But who could have woke them, <br />While you were not near? <br /> <br />Birds sing to the blossoms; <br />Blind, dreaming your pink, <br />These blush to the songsters, <br />Your music they think. <br />So well had you taught them, <br />To look and to sing; <br />Your bloom and your music; <br />The ways of the Spring.<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-191/
