Invern

Earth's winter

And I being part of

And sith the spirit of all moveth in meI must needs bear earth's

Drawn cold and grey with

And joying in a momentary sun,

Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh!

Or crouch covetous of warmthO'er scant-logged ingle blaze,

Must take cramped joy in tomed

That, read I him first

The woods agleam with

Or mid desirous winds of spring,

Had set me singing

Or made heart to wander forth among warm

Or curl in grass next neath a kindly moon.