Wistaria

The blue wistaria hangs with bloom The Place of Memories far away. My heart has ached with it today-- The blue wistaria is in bloom.

And one may pass so near, so near, With half-remembering eyes and cold, Where quickening with the budding year It clusters perfect as of old;

And one at sight of wizened sprays, Reluctant in an alien spring, Must feel the sharp, unblunted sting, The pang of unforgotten days.