SPRING AND YOU
Reading edition
Today there is a smell of Spring in the air— That sad restless note that makes one stretch forth longing hands Into the heart of Life. I who used to hate Spring, Can never hate it again, Because it has brought me you. Now, Love and April, and the gold of your hair, Are all mingled together Like the blending of an exotic dream plant With the fragrant perfume of a strange, frail flower.