ALL winter through I sat alone, <br />Doors barred and windows shuttered fast, <br />And listened to the wind's faint moan, <br />And ghostly mutterings of the past; <br />And in the pauses of the rain, <br />'Mid whispers of dead sorrow and sin, <br />Love tapped upon the window pane: <br />I had no heart to let him in. <br /> <br /> <br />But now, with spring, my doors stand wide; <br />My windows let delight creep through; <br />I hear the skylark sing outside; <br />I see the crocus, golden new. <br />The pigeons on my window-sill, <br />Winging and wooing, flirt and flout,-- <br />Now Love must enter if he will, <br />I have no heart to keep him out.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-song-14/
