But hearing even in the strong wind’s sound
The shout of coming spring which makes me burn.
IX
LOVE’S DOUBT
DOUBT, Hope, and Fear, all day within my breast
Have clanged in cruel war where none prevail,
Though their fierce cries have rent the sacred veil,
When in Love’s sanctuary I sought to rest.
Since brazen morn awoke this wild alarm
So have they striven long with clashing swords