A YEAR AGO <br />A year ago I too was proud of May, <br />I too delighted in the blackbird's song. <br />When the sun shone my soul made holiday. <br />When the rain fell I felt it as a wrong. <br />Then for me too the world was fresh and young. <br />Oh what a miracle each bluebell was! <br />How my heart leaped in union with my tongue, <br />When first I lit upon a stag's horn moss! <br />--A year ago! Alas, one Summer's fire, <br />One autumn's chill, one Winter's discontent, <br />And now one Spring of joy and hope deferred <br />Have brought me to this pass of undesire <br />That I behold May's veil of beauty rent <br />And stand unmoved by sun and flower and bird.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-xciv/
