1<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?><!--poem--> 2<!--author within poem-->Rupert Brooke 3<!--date within poem-->1912 4<!--title within poem-->Song 5<!--stanza within poem--> 6<!--line within stanza within poem-->And suddenly the wind comes soft, 7<!--line within stanza within poem-->And Spring is here again; 8<!--line within stanza within poem-->And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green 9<!--line within stanza within poem-->And my heart with buds of pain. 10 11<!--stanza within poem--> 12<!--line within stanza within poem-->My heart all Winter lay so numb, 13<!--line within stanza within poem-->The earth so dead and frore, 14<!--line within stanza within poem-->That I never thought the Spring would come again 15<!--line within stanza within poem-->Or my heart wake any more. 16 17<!--stanza within poem--> 18<!--line within stanza within poem-->But Winter's broken and earth has woken, 19<!--line within stanza within poem-->And the small birds cry again; 20<!--line within stanza within poem-->And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds, 21<!--line within stanza within poem-->And my heart puts forth its pain. 22 23