| <poem> |
| <author>Rupert Brooke</author> |
| <date>1912</date> |
| <title>Song</title> |
| <stanza> |
| <line>And suddenly the wind comes soft,</line> |
| <line>And Spring is here again;</line> |
| <line>And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green</line> |
| <line>And my heart with buds of pain.</line> |
| </stanza> |
| <stanza> |
| <line>My heart all Winter lay so numb,</line> |
| <line>The earth so dead and frore,</line> |
| <line>That I never thought the Spring would come again</line> |
| <line>Or my heart wake any more.</line> |
| </stanza> |
| <stanza> |
| <line>But Winter's broken and earth has woken,</line> |
| <line>And the small birds cry again;</line> |
| <line>And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,</line> |
| <line>And my heart puts forth its pain.</line> |
| </stanza> |
| </poem> |
| |
