Once more the gleaming shore lists to the story Told by an amorous Summer-kissed sea. And the snow piled above it, and made it a tomb. Life without love is a year without Summer, Heart without love is a wood without song. But of cold things the coldest, of dead things the deadest, Love buried once, rises not from the tomb. Green things may grow on the hillside and heather.
Birds seek the forest and build there and sing.
All things revive in the beautiful weather, But unto a dead love there cometh no Spring. Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox.