Spring Song

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ALL winter through I sat alone,
  Doors barred and windows shuttered fast,
And listened to the wind's faint moan,
  And ghostly mutterings of the past;
And in the pauses of the rain,
  'Mid whispers of dead sorrow and sin,
Love tapped upon the window pane:
  I had no heart to let him in.


But now, with spring, my doors stand wide;
  My windows let delight creep through;
I hear the skylark sing outside;
  I see the crocus, golden new.
The pigeons on my window-sill,
  Winging and wooing, flirt and flout,--
Now Love must enter if he will,
  I have no heart to keep him out.

© Edith Nesbit