There was intoxication in the air; <br />The wind, keen blowing from across the seas, <br />O'er leagues of new-ploughed land and heathery leas, <br />Smelt of wild gorse whose gold flamed everywhere. <br />And undertone of song pulsed far and near, <br />The soaring larks filled heaven with ecstasies, <br />And, like a living clock among the trees, <br />The shouting cuckoo struck the time of year. <br /> <br />For now the Sun had found the earth once more, <br />And woke the Sleeping Beauty with a kiss; <br />Who thrilled with light of love in every pore, <br />Opened her flower-blue eyes, and looked in his. <br />Then all things felt life fluttering at their core-- <br />The world shook mystical in lambent bliss.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sleeping-beauty/
