Than spring's new scents <br />The winter's earliest wind <br />Blows from the hills the first faint breath <br />Of Snow. <br /> <br />Why have I <br />thought the dew <br />Ephemeral when I <br />Shall rest so short a time, myself, <br />On earth?<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fresher/
