February
by Sara Teasdale

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.
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