The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring; <br />The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it grows <br />Into the full-eyed fair unblushing rose; <br />The summer clouds that visit every wing <br />With fires of sunrise and of sunsetting; <br />The furtive flickering streams to light re-born <br />'Mid airs new-fledged and valorous lusts of morn, <br />While all the daughters of the daybreak sing:— <br />These ardour loves, and memory: and when flown <br />All joys, and through dark forest-boughs in flight <br />The wind swoops onward brandishing the light, <br />Even yet the rose-tree's verdure left alone <br />Will flush all ruddy though the rose be gone; <br />With ditties and with dirges infinite.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxiv-ardour-and-memory/
