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.
