O MY dear, the world to-day <br />Is more lovely than a dream! <br />Magic hints from far away <br />Haunt the woodland, and the stream <br />Murmurs in his rocky bed <br />Things that never can be said. <br />Starry dogwood is in flower, <br />Gleaming through the mystic woods. <br />It is beauty's perfect hour <br />In the wild spring solitudes. <br />Now the orchards in full blow <br />Shed their petals white as snow. <br />All the air is honey-sweet <br />With the lilacs white and red, <br />Where the blossoming branches meet <br />In an arbor overhead. <br />And the laden cherry trees <br />Murmur with the hum of bees. <br />All the earth is fairy green, <br />And the sunlight filmy gold, <br />Full of ecstasies unseen, <br />Full of mysteries untold. <br />Who would not be out-of-door, <br />Now the spring is here once more!<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-early-may/
