A broken pinioned birdling's note,

An angry sky, a sea-wrecked boat,

A wandering through rain-beaten ways!

Lean closer, love—I have thy kiss!

Was there another Spring than this?

[TO DIANE]

The ruddy poppies bend and bow

Diane! do you remember?

The sun you knew shines proudly now

The lake still lists the breezes' vow;