My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother, <br />I cannot hide - I do not crave <br />The phantom pleasures of that other, <br />That spectral world beyond the grave. <br />O spring, the blessedness of Eden <br />Compared to yours as nothing is! <br />Love's joys you bring us all unbidden, <br />And golden dreams, and light, and bliss. <br /> <br />What rapture to drink in the balmy, <br />Warm air of spring, to languor wed, <br />And watch the clouds drift slowly, calmly <br />High in the blueness overhead; <br />To wander happily and idly <br />Across a field and past a stream, <br />To catch the scent of blooming lilac <br />Or chance upon a radiant dream!..<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-for-you-sweet-earth/
