My Spring

In all the trees for miles and miles around A breeze is blowing with a gentle sound. Their sunlit leaves, now rolling red, now gold, Are like a flaming sea for me to hold. And held within my sight beneath the blue I feel Her living passion which is true (The autumn will be swept away at last While She comes flying back to hold me fast). O sun, O sky, O earth, O all I see, You only reach the slightest parts of me; You are not She, who is the all I bind. She enters every deep place of my mind, And every light place, too; and I will stand Here watching, waiting for my Spring to land.