• My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April, The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark; Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning, And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain - The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten - After the stillness, will spring come again?

    Sara Teasdale: My heart is a garden tired with autumn, 
Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, 
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April, 
The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark; 
Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning, 
And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain - 
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten - 
After the stillness, will spring come again?
    Sara Teasdale, “The Garden”