<h3 id="Last_Spring">Last Spring</h3>
<p>THIS morning at the door<br/>
I heard the Spring.<br/>
Quickly I set it wide<br/>
And, welcoming,<br/>
“Come in, sweet Spring,” I cried,<br/>
“The winter ash, long dried,<br/>
Waits but your breath to rise<br/>
On phantom wing.”</p>
<p>A brown leaf shivered by,<br/>
A soulless thing—<br/>
My heart in quick dismay<br/>
Forgot to sing—<br/>
Twisted and grim it lay,<br/>
Kin to the ghost-ash gray,<br/>
Dead, dead—strange herald this<br/>
Of jocund Spring!</p>
<p>I spurned it from the door.<br/>
I longed that Spring<br/>
Should come with song and glow<br/>
And rush of wing,<br/>
Not this, not this!—But O<br/>
Dead leaf, a year ago<br/>
You were the dear first-born<br/>
Of Hope and Spring!</p>
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