Now spring is sprung and all is verdant green,
Why does my outlook still seem dark and dull?
Why do sad sentiments exert their pull
To take me to a gloomier, dismal scene?
And though I try to raise a hopeful head
Your crushing cruelty drives to drag me down.
For when you flash that chiding, chilling frown
All aspiration fails and drops down dead
Till, timidly I shrink back from your sight
Expecting yet more bitter, biting blows
Of wounding words which, cold as winter's snows,
Descend to kill all green with trackless white
But harsh rebukes can soften, melt to nought
As reconciliation's warmth is wrought.
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