First Line: ALL DEEP THERE STIRS THE THROB OF SPRING Last Line: AND BREAKS—UNANSWERED, AND ALONE. Subject(s): SOLITUDE; SPRING; LONELINESS;
All deep there stirs the throb of Spring, Its vital pulse I'm answering, Swift to its dominant I merge, One with its undulating surge; My heart awakes to virile tone And breaks—unanswered, and alone.
