Song (Winter's Broken)
(Rupert Brooke)

All suddenly the wind comes soft,
  And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green,
  And my heart with buds of pain.  

My heart all Winter lay so numb,
  The earth so dead and frore,
That I never thought, the Spring would come,
  Or my heart wake any more.  

But Winter's broken and earth has woken,
  And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds,
  And my heart puts forth its pain.  

bud – spire /skudd
hawthorn – heggtorn (busk)