Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/I Know Not How to Find the Spring

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Poems, Volume II by Florence Earle Coates
I know not how to find the Spring

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.