Always before, the spring returned

The bright world in its cycle spun

In air and flowers, grass and fern

Assured and cradled by the sun.

Always before, you could explain

The turning darkness of the earth,

And how the dark embraced the rain,

And gave the ferns and flowers birth.

Already I forget those things,

And how a vein of gold survives

The mining of a thousend springs

The seasons of a thousend lives.

Now winter is my memory,

Now autumn, now the summer light �

So every spring from now will be