SPRING IN THE CITY

By Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

I saw a crocus blooming in the park,

I felt a hint of magic in the air,

I heard faint music sighing everywhere,

And so, as all the world, grew softly dark —

I found again the hope that never dies,

And hungrily, with out-flung arms, I came

Once more to you. And when you spoke my name

I read springtime eternal in your eyes!