When morn is wandering on the seas, <br />And birds are singing in the trees, <br />And all the time is flushed with flowers, <br />And youth is in these hearts of ours — <br />How sweet then 'tis to love! <br />How sweet then 'tis to prove <br />How much a man can be to a maid <br />In the greenwood shade!<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madrigal-6/
