Jean Starr Untermeyer

DISCOVER me again—

Look at me with new eyes, O my beloved!

See, my aspect changes to the need of love,

Even as the stable earth answers the call of the seasons.

Do not regard me only as a winter-wife,

A peddler of homely comforts.

Indeed I am also your girl of spring—

Dreams possess and inhabit me.

But these lie sick and languid;

They quicken to the call of life,

Only at the recognition of your glance,

At the hail of your love.

Discover me again!