February

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<Rivers to the Sea (Collection)

THEY spoke of him I love
      With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
      On all I could not say.

I heard, and down the street
      The lonely trees in the square
Stood in the winter wind
      Patient and bare.

I heard . . . oh voiceless trees
      Under the wind, I knew
The eager terrible spring
      Hidden in you.