Winter is gone and I am spent.
Winter is gone and has left me with nothing: no strategy, no artifice, no clever thoughts or words of fire.
Spring comes in its victory; Spring comes and it welcomes her heroes, laughing.
Children play and old men ponder; lovers stroll and passions bloom through things deep, ecstatic, and wondrous.
For this moment, I gave all.
I paid its price: , in darkness, in doubt, in empty nights and bitter dawns, in frost, in fear, in frozen dreams and cold despair.
The arrival of Spring is paid for with hope; I gave it my light, now between us is nothing.