When Did Spring Die?

When did Spring die? I did not see her go Down the bright lane she painted. All flower-still She moved among her emblems on the hill Touching away their burden of old snow. Was it on some great down where long winds flow That the wild spirit of Spring went out to fill The eyes of Summer? Did a daffodil Lift the pale urn remote where she lies low?

O not as other moments did she die, That woman-season outlined like a rose. Before the banner of Autumn’s scarlet bough The Summer fell; and Winter with a cry Wed with March wind. Spring did not die like those But vaguely, as if Love had prompted: Now.