THOU camest with the coming Spring! <br />With swallows, and the murmuring <br />Of unloosed waters, with the birth <br />Of daisies dimpling the green earth. <br /> <br />And when the perfect rose of June <br />Responded to the golden noon, <br />My heart's deep core, suffused with bliss, <br />Broke into flower beneath thy kiss. <br /> <br />But now the swallows seaward fly, <br />The winds in chorus wail, 'Good-bye!' <br />The dead leaves whirl, and like a leaf <br />My heart shakes on the gusts of grief. <br /> <br />And yet awhile earth's flowerless breast <br />In lethal folds of snow will rest; <br />On thee too heart, with all thy woe, <br />Death falls one day like falling snow.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-ii/
