Analise , pure blossom of spring
rise from the quick river of growth,
scattering yesterday's dry leaves
with noble shoulder, spade- sharp chin.
Analise, arise   again, sing
with your unfurling hair. Both
arms poised for dance, release
beauty to be devoured again.
Analise, spring's wind is chill, brings
  dark reminders of sacred oaths.
Tho now sun warms your blushing cheeks
inside are remnants of the end.
Analise, open tender-sweet
your eyes to the bruise of the meet