Sun and Wind

Deep in the heart of Winter lies a day
Bright from the treasuries of perfect Spring.
Life stirs and wakes in each created thing.
December sleeps, and dreams, and dreams of
May.

Deep in the heart of Spring, when every flower
Is radiant, comes a day of bitter wind.
O blossom-laden boughs, untimely thinned,
Groan, for December holds no darker hour!