The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Divination

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How do you know the Spring is nigh,
Heart, my heart?
Is it a something in the sky?
Is it a perfume wafted by?
Or is it your own longing's cry—
Heart, my heart?

Oh, yes, I know you 've ways to tell,
Heart, my heart,
When Spring released from Winter's spell
Sows amaranth and asphodel:
Ways tender and impalpable,
Heart, my heart:

Signs that have never yet betrayed,
Heart, my heart:—
The bluebird's note in a leafless glade,
An answering rapture, half afraid,
The dream-filled eyes of a shy, sweet maid,—
Heart, my heart!