I Got me flowers to straw Thy way, <br />I got me boughs off many a tree; <br />But Thou wast up by break of day, <br />And brought’st Thy sweets along with Thee. <br /> <br />The sunne arising in the East, <br />Though he give light, and th’ East perfume, <br />If they should offer to contest <br />With Thy arising, they presume. <br /> <br />Can there be any day but this, <br />Though many sunnes to shine endeavour? <br />We count three hundred, but we misse: <br />There is but one, and that one ever.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-song/
