A DISAPPOINTMENT <br />Spring, of a sudden, came to life one day. <br />Ere this, the Winter had been cold and chill. <br />That morning first the Summer air did fill <br />The world, making bleak March seem almost May. <br />The daffodils were blooming golden gay; <br />The birch trees budded purple on the hill; <br />The rose, that clambered up the window--sill, <br />Put forth a crimson shoot. All yesterday <br />The winds about the casement chilly blew, <br />But now the breeze that played before the door <br />So caught the dead leaves that I thought there flew <br />Brown butterflies up from the grassy floor. <br />--But someone said you came not. Ah, too true! <br />And I, I thought that Winter reigned once more.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-xciii/
