I am not afraid in April, I am cool enough to pass Where robins burn like embers And tulips scorch the grass. But oh, when snow has fallen On a little city park, I would not dream to venture Alone there in the dark! For if I made one motion Along the muffled street, Whole whitened trees would tumble Into ashes at my feet. The almond lamps would ripen In the velvet shell and fall Upon the plush of pavements With no sound at all. And trembling in the silence Like someone very old, I would find my hair silver And feel my heart cold. |