Sonnet, Asleep Is Dark Earth (From, The Lost Sonnets)

Asleep is dark earth before coming spring Under a helmet of a white frosty song, The brow of waking is still quite long Before forest birds again will here sing; Songs to summer and colors forward bring To a night which has thread through the drong, For now into light the day's coming strong From under its blue collar winter's wing. Ah sleepy thoughts and hanging northern stars: All wonderful into their memory's flight, Of yesterdays gone once more to the mist; Not showing off their ridden lifelong scars, Nor what was once for them of wrong or right When they too were threading life's turning twist