by Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)

All suddenly the wind comes soft
Language: English 
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,
  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.
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
  And my heart puts forth its pain.

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First published in Poetry Review, November 1912

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

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