Not yet a bough to bud may dare <br />On the naked tree. <br />Yet happy leaves in the bough prepare, <br />And could I see <br />Far as a soaring bird, I know <br />Where young in sheen <br />The willow, swaying soft and slow, <br />Laughs gold and green. <br /> <br />O in the winter's waste to build <br />A tower of song! <br />My Love should enter when she willed <br />That tower strong <br />And climb, and see beyond the bare <br />Dark branches' dearth <br />Spring, shaking out her golden hair, <br />Smile up the earth.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spring-song-2/
