The Year of the Heart

Winter has come to walk with me a way,

With black and naked boughs against the sky;

But oh, I know one bright and blossomed day

Will be enough to see me safely by;

For it is so, that hearts, though wintering,

Stay warm upon the hearth of memory;

When Autumn has erased the dream of Spring,

A heart that loved can see a barren tree

And hear the birds sing matinals again;

Hearts have their seasons, but they do not pass -

So fast they hold to fragrant nights of rain

Of flowered stars upon the meadow grass.

Tranquil, I watch the somber year depart -

Remember is April - to the heart.