Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowingFrom the immense blue circle of the sea,And the soft thunder where long waves whiten —These were the same for Sappho as for me.Two thousand years — much has gone by forever,Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men —But here on the beaches that time passes overThe heart aches now as then.sara teasdale
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.Percy Bysshe Shelley