With April here, <br />And first thin green on the awakening bough, <br />What wonderful things and dear, <br />My tired heart to cheer, <br />At last appear! <br />Colours of dream afloat on cloud and tree, <br />So far, so clear, <br />A spell, a mystery; <br />And joys that thrill and sing, <br />New come on mating wing, <br />The wistfulness and ardour of the spring– <br />And Thou!<br /><br />Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-gates-of-spring/
