Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was brought up in a very genteel turn of the century milieu & was influenced by Christina Rossetti, one of my favourite poets. Unfortunately as her poetry grew less genteel, her audience faded. I like this short poem, Central Park at Dusk, about the beginning of Spring as Melbourne is just leaving Winter behind at the moment.
Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.
There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything--
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.