Sara Teasdale — Spring Torrents

Will it always be like this until I am dead,        &nbsp Every spring must I bear it all again With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,        &nbsp And the first sweet-smelling rain? Oh I am like a rock in the rising river        &nbsp Where the flooded water breaks with a low call— Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters        &nbsp And cannot answer at all.