It makes my heart sing, <br />That's the sweetest sound; <br />The glory of the coming spring, <br />My Wildwood Flower crown. <br /> <br />In the Temple in the air <br />Wise ones watch and wait; <br />High above the altar there, <br />They beckon me inside the gates. <br /> <br />Oh, my wildwood, my precious wildwood, <br />Memory failing weeps: <br />In my cradle, in my little hood asleep <br />With mother in the darkness deep. <br /> <br />Oh, come again my Wildwood Flowers, <br />Ravish me once more: <br />I'm more in love and in your power <br />Than ever I've been before.<br /><br />Samuel Hardman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-sings-2/
