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.
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