Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, <br />Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; <br />And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, <br />Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn, <br />Gray ash, and beech with rusty leaves outworn. <br />Here, too the darting linnet hath her nest <br />In the blue-lustred holly, never shorn, <br />Whose partner cheers her little brooding breast, <br />Piping from some near bough. O simple song! <br />O cistern deep of that harmonious rillet, <br />And these fair juicy stems that climb and throng <br />The vernal world, and unexhausted seas <br />Of flowing life, and soul that asks to fill it, <br />Each and all of these,--and more, and more than these!<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-spring-grove/
