All suddenly the wind comes soft,
And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green,
And my heart with buds of pain.
My heart all Winter lay so numb,
The earth so dead and frore,
That I never thought the Spring would come,
Or my heart wake any more.
But Winter's broken and earth has woken,
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
And my heart puts forth its pain.
Song (ii)
Rupert Brooke
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Poem topics: green, never, wind, small, hedge, broken, soft, suddenly, thought, pain, spring, winter, earth, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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