Spring on the Woodland Path

So long a winter such an arctic night!
I had forgot that ever spring was bright:
But hark! The blackbird's voice like a clear flame!

So long a winter, such an age of chill,
Made me forget this silver birch clad hill.
But see, the newborn sunbeams put to shame
Our long dead winter: bracken fronds like flame,
Pierce the new morning's saffron-watered light.

So long, so long the winter in our hearts,
We had forgotten that old grief departs
And had forgotten that our hands could meet.

So long, so long: Remember our last May
When there was sunshine still and every day
New swallows skimmed low down along the street.
Ay, spring shall come, but shall we ever meet
With the old hearts in this forgotten way?