Arna Bontemps, "Spring Music" (1925)
Fall in the bitter blast like tears
From an aged widow. . . .
And whispering winds
Steal the violets' breath
And bury their leaves in snow. . . .
And the tides flow back
Like the ebbing years
Into cool immunity.
But memory's voice,
Like the music of waves,
Sings April tunes
Forever.
Published in The Crisis, June 1925