Mindful of you the Sodden Earth

Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, / And all the flowers that in the springtime grow;

And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow

Rising of the round moon; all throats that sing

The summer through, and each departing wing, / And all the nests that the bared branches show; And all winds that in any weather blow, / And all the storms that the four seasons bring. You go no more on your exultant feet

Up paths that only mist and morning knew; Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat

Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,- But you were something more than young and sweet

And fair,-and the long year remembers you.