Color (Cullen)/Spring Reminiscence

by Countee Cullen

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?