A Day's Secret

About the wild beginning of the Spring
There came to me, and all the world, a day
To prove the Winter wholly gone away.
I said: " O Day, thy lips are sweet to sing.
But surely in thy voice some sweeter thing
Than thy mere song I find; lo! now I pray,
Before thou goest, turn to me and say.
Why round thee so my heart keeps wandering?"

Then, as a man who having loved and lost,
Still in his dead love's kindred seems to see
Something of what on earth he treasured most;
So looking on that day, my memory
Was filled with thoughts of April days wherein
Love's joy, too young for pain, did first begin.