Winter and spring

O wet green winter grass,

Sodden and chill with rain,

There are some footsteps that will never pass

Along the fields again.

O fresh blue air of Spring,

When lights lie long upon the slope,

There are two eyes to which you cannot bring

Your lights of youth and hope.

O white syringa-tree,

Year in, year out, below your feet

There is one heart to all eternity

That will not stir nor beat.