The winds in Spring how many a shower upblow!
These are the tears that freshen as they go;
And if, at night, they tap upon the pane,
A flowerful morning follows after rain.

The winds in Spring such easeful showers upblow;
But in a later time it is not so …
If I were young again, then I would weep:
My pillow is unwet—I turn to sleep.