Sara Teasdale - Spring Torrents

Will it always be like this until I am dead, <br />Every spring must I bear it all again <br />With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs, <br />And the first sweet-smelling rain? <br /> <br />Oh I am like a rock in the rising river <br />Where the flooded water breaks with a low call -- <br />Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters <br />And cannot answer at all.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-torrents/