A Year Song + 

Sighing above, + 

Rustling below, + 

Thorough the woods + 

The winds go. + 

Beneath, dead crowds; + 

Above, life bare; + 

And the besom tempest + 

Sweeps the air: + 

Heart, leave thy woe: + 

Let the dead things go. + 

Through the brown + 

Gold doth push; + 

Misty green + 

Veils the bush. + 

Here a twitter, + 

There a croak! + 

They are coming⁠— + 

The spring-folk! + 

Heart, be not numb; + 

Let the live things come. + 

Through the beech + 

The winds go, + 

With gentle speech, + 

Long and slow. + 

The grass is fine, + 

And soft to lie in: + 

The sun doth shine + 

The blue sky in: + 

Heart, be alive; + 

Let the new things thrive. + 

Round again! + 

Here art thou, + 

A rimy fruit + 

On a bare bough! + 

Winter comes, + 

Winter and snow; + 

And a weary sighing + 

To fall and go! + 

Heart, thy hour shall be; + 

Thy dead will comfort thee. + 