Come; lie with me in the grass <br />Of summer and feel the cool green <br />Blades give ground to our presence here. <br />Smell the white clover my dearest? <br />Its odoriferous fragrance <br />Pales by comparison with you. <br />Look! I see a four-leaf clover, <br />Though rare, it’s not as rare as you; <br />I picked you out amongst a crowd <br />And have been in love ever since. <br />That sun that kisses these flowers <br />Is not as warm as your kisses <br />And the warm rustling summer breeze <br />Lingers long about your tresses <br />Stilled by the jealous Aeolus <br />Who claims all things but you my dear.<br /><br />Albert Ahearn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/splendor-in-the-grass-2/
