When primroses are out in Spring, <br />And small, blue violets come between; <br />When merry birds sing on boughs green, <br />And rills, as soon as born, must sing; <br /> <br />When butterflies will make side-leaps, <br />As though escaped from Nature's hand <br />Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand <br />Upon their heads in fragrant deeps; <br /> <br />When small clouds are so silvery white <br />Each seems a broken rimmed moon-- <br />When such things are, this world too soon, <br />For me, doth wear the veil of night.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-too-short/
