*Vernal Equinox*

The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book ;

And the South Wind, washing through the room,

Makes the candles quiver.

My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,

And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots

Outside, in the night.

Why are you not here to overpower me with your tense and urgent love?

-- Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. #LGBT #20thCenturyPoetry