Persistence and Other Poems

Spring summer summer winter she is there,
The laken depths of girlish eyes:
Come, she cries, I banish care
I come and winter summer summer spring
Her raven hair blows on, come on,
And when I get there, she is gone
Although the fields still hear her sing
I try to love and when the gate
Is banged against my face, I try to hate.

In his fifth volume of lyrical expressions, award-winning poet David...