Classic Poem

Dear heart, I thought that wintertime had come—
That all the days henceforward should be gray;
That all the flowers were gone, the thrushes dumb—
That spring and song were dead with yesterday.

But then—you came! and sudden, warm and strong,
The tide of springtime rose, and bird and bud
Throbbed with new life, and waves of scent and song
Flooded my heart and mingled with my blood.

Oh, glad, full life, that thus awakes anew!
Oh, strong, rich joy, with which my pulses beat!
To find the winter gone—to find, in you,
Life's long, dear summer, since you love me, Sweet!