'YES, Spring has come,' the grocer said, <br />And tied a final knot of string, <br />Rang up the change and becked his head, <br />Elated at the breath of Spring. <br /> <br />'Yes, Spring has come,' the poet said, <br />And poured his ecstasy in rhymes, <br />Which eager, homesick exiles read <br />Long winter-locked in frozen climes. <br /> <br />Perhaps the grocer's way was best, <br />If joy can better be, or worse: <br />He saved his rapture unexpressed, <br />The poet spent his for a verse.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-279/
