Within the April woodland grow <br />The bluebells of the dawning spring, <br />A sea of blue like waves that flow <br />Upon the breeze they softly sing. <br /> <br />As now the boughs begin to leaf <br />The sun does shine with gentle beam, <br />To light the flowers there beneath <br />And glisten on the restful stream. <br /> <br />That through the woodland winds its way <br />And follows me where'er I tread, <br />For love has come to me this day <br />As to this land I now am wed. <br /> <br />My heart is filled with gladdened cheer <br />To see the sight and hear the sound, <br />To me the greatest time of year <br />When they adorn the barren ground. <br /> <br />Each one to me a lover's kiss <br />Upon my lips that waited long, <br />For now I feel a sense of bliss <br />That lifts me like the throstle's song. <br /> <br />Within the April woodland grow <br />The bluebells of the dawning spring, <br />A sea of blue like waves that flow <br />Unto the shore they softly sing.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-the-april-woodland-grow/
