Despite the wind whipping through the trees, loudly rattling my windows, the sunshine called me outside. It's been a chilly, rainy few days, and I needed some fresh air. I brought my camera with me, just in case! I found some newly planted pansies.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
-"A Prayer in Spring", Robert Frost
I can't wait for the wind to die down, and the temperature to climb a few more degrees. I have the perfect place in mind to spend warm days with my books outside. Quite idyllic, yes? Hopefully the vines there will have some leaves soon!
"O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
ReplyDeleteThrough the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee."
~ "To Spring", William Blake (1783)