by Robert Laurence Binyon
O what magic shall compare
Of the fresh earth or bright air
To the joy that love around
My full heart so swift has wound,
Far beyond hope's trembling flight
Back recoiling in delight.
Swifter than the lime that weaves
Out of radiant sudden leaves
'Twixt enchanting night and night
Her green tent of fragrant light,
Joy with bloom arrays me sweet,
Spring within a day complete.
Last updated January 14, 2019