By anonymous

XXXI
A VISITOR in March—
Who influences flowers
Till they are orderly as busts
And elegant as glass,—

Who visits in the night—
And just before the sun,
Concludes his glistening interview,
Caresses—and is gone.

But whom his fingers touched—
And where his feet have run—
And whatsoever mouth he kissed—
Is as it had not been!
(Jack Frost)