I shall be glad when the green of the earth and the blue of the sky come back, for I am weary of the winter.

But I long for the spring to lift the wings of the night, to bring the air fresh and sweet and the sun warm and bright.

To see the trees filled with new leaves, to hear the dance of the wind and to feel the stir of the world, Oh, I shall be glad.

The return of color, the touch of fragrance of flowers, the song of the birds, all shall come back to my heart.

• Sara Teasdale