Color (Cullen)/Spring Reminiscence
Spring Reminiscence
"MY sweet,” you sang, and, “Sweet,” I sang, And sweet we sang together,Glad to be young as the world was young, Two colts too strong for a tether.
Shall ever a spring be like that spring, Or apple blossoms as white;Or ever clover smell like the clover We lay upon that night?
Shall ever your hand lie in my hand, Pulsing to it, I wonder;Or have the gods, being jealous gods, Envied us our thunder?