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.
February
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: I love you, lonely, spring, winter, hidden, street, silent, terrible, square, eager, guard, love, wind, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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