Flora's Kiss

The golden lyre’s majestic, light accords Exalt the song which Nature’s voice affords And carry off to meadows near and far The wondrous sound of Juno’s soft guitar. In river valleys and on golden hills, Where spring’s young fragrance every taste fulfills, The mind is set at peace by Flora’s kiss: Away from toil and grime, there’s nothing I could miss! What sweet delight to live a quiet dream In some small house, in woods whose pathways teem With birds and thrills, with days relieved of care: A life of peace, of friendship everywhere! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com