PART I - FEBRUARY

FEBRUARY

THEY spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say.

I heard, and down the street
The lonely trees in the square
Stood in the winter wind
Patient and bare.

I heard . . . oh voiceless trees
Under the wind, I knew
The eager terrible spring
Hidden in you.

Content of PART I: FEBRUARY [Sara Teasdale's poem collection: Rivers to the Sea]

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