FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, <br />Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, <br />Here I wander in April <br />Cold, grey-headed; and still to my <br />Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer, <br />Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant; <br />Spring, flower-planter in meadows, <br />Child-conductor in willowy <br />Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses: <br />Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity: <br />O child, happy are children! <br />She still smiles on their innocence, <br />She, dear mother in God, fostering violets, <br />Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins: <br />Thus one cunning in music <br />Wakes old chords in the memory: <br />Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances. <br />One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal <br />Green - one more, and my bosom <br />Feels new life with an ecstasy.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-god-god-of-the-spring/
