Song

Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916.

VI. Other Poems
7. Song

ALL suddenly the wind comes soft,
And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green,
And my heart with buds of pain.

My heart all Winter lay so numb, 5
The earth so dead and frore,
That I never thought the Spring would come,
Or my heart wake any more.

But Winter’s broken and earth has woken,
And the small birds cry again; 10
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
And my heart puts forth its pain.