Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/February
For works with similar titles, see February.
FEBRUARY
They spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say.
I heard, and down the street
The lonely trees in the square
Stood in the winter wind
Patient and bare.
I heard ... oh voiceless trees
Under the wind, I knew
The eager terrible spring
Hidden in you.