第28章 BEFORE AND AFTER SUMMER

I

Looking forward to the spring One puts up with anything.

On this February day, Though the winds leap down the street, Wintry scourgings seem but play, And these later shafts of sleet --Sharper pointed than the first -

And these later snows--the worst -

Are as a half-transparent blind Riddled by rays from sun behind.

II

Shadows of the October pine Reach into this room of mine:

On the pine there stands a bird;

He is shadowed with the tree.

Mutely perched he bills no word;

Blank as I am even is he.

For those happy suns are past, Fore-discerned in winter last.

When went by their pleasure, then?

I, alas, perceived not when.