842194Poems, Volume II — I know not how to find the SpringFlorence Earle Coates
I KNOW NOT HOW TO FIND THE SPRING
I KNOW not how to find the Spring, Though violets are here,
And in the boughs high over me The birds are fluting clear;
The magic and the melody, The rapture—all are fled,
And could they wake, they would but break My heart, now you are dead.