31st October 2011

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green
A chaffinch laughs in a melodious voice,

The banks are stormed by speedwell,that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn thorns the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree now looks so green and young,
That even swallows peach a while and sing:
This is the time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life's a cheat, let death end my distress.