Author Adelaide Crapsey Than spring's new scents The winter's earliest wind Blows from the hills the first faint breath Of Snow. Why have I thought the dew Ephemeral when I Shall rest so short a time, myself, On earth? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments