Classic Poem

I shall never forget those last few days
Before the death of my heart:
Spring had just leaped in the womb of the year
With its first glad vital start;
Black buds were splitting to show their green,
Fresh showers had washed the blue heavens clean,
The whole sweet world with joy was rife,
Because the year had just felt life.

I shall never forget those last few days
Before the death of my heart:
In all the life-quiver and bourgeoning
I felt I had parcel and part;
It is so good that I did not guess
I must change those fields for the wilderness;
It is so good that I did not know
I must leave the spring and go back to the snow.