Cross Roads

SPRING IN THE CITY

     I saw a crocus blooming in the park,
        I felt a hint of magic in the air,
        I heard faint music sighing everywhere,
     And so, as all the world, grew softly dark—

     I found again the hope that never dies,
        And hungrily, with out-flung arms, I came
        Once more to you. And when you spoke my
           name
     I read springtime eternal in your eyes!

ROSE PETALS IN THE EARLY RAIN,
     FORGOTTEN DREAMS,
     AND A TORN SKETCH BOOK!