It-was a night of early spring, The winter-sleep was scarcely broken; Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was never spoken. Though half a score of years are gone, Spring comes as sharply now as then -- But if we had it all to do It would be done the same again. It was a spring that never came, But we have lived enough to know What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EILEEN AROON by GERALD JOSEPH GRIFFIN LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE |