Friday, April 10, 2015
Spring in the Woodlands
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
The Snowdrops and then the violet,
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet,
And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent,
From the turf like the voice and the instrument.