In this meadow starred with spring <br />Shepherds kneel before their king. <br />Mary throned, with dreaming eyes, <br />Gowned in blue like rain-washed skies, <br />Lifts her tiny son that he <br />May behold their courtesy. <br />And green-smocked children, awed and good, <br />Bring him blossoms from the wood. <br /> <br />Clear the sunlit steeples chime <br />Mary’s coronation-time. <br />Loud the happy children quire <br />To the golden-windowed morn; <br />While the lord of their desire <br />Sleeps below the crimson thorn.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-glory/
