Spring
NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the
winning.
What happened to our comments?
ReplyDeleteOH! There's a reason. I discovered the April video by Deep Purple had been badly edited and the ending was cut off. I screwed around for a long time trying to delete it and replace it with another version. Finally I got so bloody upset I just cut and pasted the whole post (text and photos - I'm surprised it worked) into another new post and grafted on the correct video. All day bizarre thngs have been happening with the computer. So anyway, I DID read your comments, they just didn't stick when I made the transfer. The things I do for this blog.
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