Across the empty fields winter retreats,

Releasing his high mortgage on the weather—

Then wary Spring trips back on airy feet

And buds and grass and wind all laugh together:

"Where is the mortgage winter held on weather—

Where is the winter desolate and gray?

Gone—Gone—and gone we hope forever."

The wind-flowers nod: "Yes, gone forever,

And gone we hope forever and a day—"

And that is all the white wind-flowers said,

Standing by last year's stems so cold and dead.

The land is left a scroll for winds to read—

The gray-starved land is used to birth and growth.

The gray-starved land is left to Spring and youth.

Q. Underline an example of sound imagery in the poem (dialogue is not imagery).