FARE you well, who love the highways, <br />Love the cities, tall and bright, <br />For the forest ways are my ways, <br />And the birds' songs my delight, <br />And the stars in river byways <br />Are my only lamps by night. <br /> <br />I shall see the Spring awaking <br />While you think it winter still, <br />Watch the brittle ice forsaking <br />Edge of marsh and pool and rill, <br />And the little willows making <br />Yellow mists against the hill. <br /> <br />Go you to the things you care for, <br />Violins with trembling string, <br />Jewels that men do and dare for, <br />Every lovely, man-wrought thing; <br />They have caught your spirit, therefore <br />You have left me ere the Spring.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-spring/
