Miracle of Late Love
As one who leaves a shadow-darkened room
To face the blinding glory of the sun,
I shade my eyes: I cannot bear the bloom
Of April suddenly now March is done.
A thrush-flute spills a joy not heard before
In other springs; a brighter crocus peeps
Above the snow since you unbarred the door
My heart had closed on dreams within its deeps.
You came: I felt the April-Miracle--
The triumph over death ... Because of you
The stone gives way; my risen dreams annul
The years of storm; skies are renascent blue!
You brought the April with her gentle wind
To me whose heart had been March-disciplined.