Dorothy Parker - Transition lyrics

Too long and quickly have I lived to vow The woe that stretches me shall never wane Too often seen the end of endless pain To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow I know, I know- again the shriveled bough Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain And these hard lands be quivering with grain I tell you only: it is Winter now What if I know, before the Summer goes Where dwelt this bitter frenzy shall be rest? What is it now, that June shall surely bring New promise, with the swallow and the rose? My heart is water, that I first must breast The terrible, slow loveliness of Spring