The Shadow

Soft as the bed in the earth  

Where a stone has lain—  

So soft, so smooth and so cool,  

Spring closes me in  

With her arms and her hands.          

Rich as the smell  

Of new earth on a stone,  

That has lain, breathing  

The damp through its pores—  

Spring closes me in          

With her blossomy hair;  

Brings dark to my eyes.