Sara Teasdale — In Spring Santa Barbara

I have been happy two weeks together,        &nbsp My love is coming home to me, Gold and silver is the weather        &nbsp And smooth as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green        &nbsp After three nights of humming rain, And in the valleys peck and preen        &nbsp Linnets with a scarlet stain. High in the mountains all alone        &nbsp The wild swans whistle on the lakes, But I have been as still as stone,        &nbsp My heart sings only when it breaks.