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...TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH |