If ever I saw blessing in the air <br />I see it now in this still early day <br />Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips <br />Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye. <br /> <br />Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round <br />Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod <br />Splutters with soapy green, and all the world <br />Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud. <br /> <br />If ever I heard blessing it is there <br />Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are <br />Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound <br />Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air. <br /> <br />Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates, <br />The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones, <br />While white as water by the lake a girl <br />Swims her green hand among the gathered swans. <br /> <br />Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick, <br />Dropping small flames to light the candled grass; <br />Now, as my low blood scales its second chance, <br />If ever world were blessed, now it is.<br /><br />Laurie Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-rise/
