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.