A YEAR AGO
A year ago I too was proud of May,
I too delighted in the blackbird’s song.
When the sun shone my soul made holiday.
When the rain fell I felt it as a wrong.
Then for me too the world was fresh and young.
Oh what a miracle each bluebell was!
How my heart leaped in union with my tongue,
When first I lit upon a stag’s horn moss!
–A year ago! Alas, one Summer’s fire,
One autumn’s chill, one Winter’s discontent,
And now one Spring of joy and hope deferred
Have brought me to this pass of undesire
That I behold May’s veil of beauty rent
And stand unmoved by sun and flower and bird.