APPLE BLOSSOMS

I saw a woman stand

Under the seas of bloom,

Under the waves of colour and light,

The showery snow and rose of the odorous trees

That made a glory of earth.

She stood where the petals fell,

And her hands were on her breast,

And her lips were touched with wonder,

And her eyes were full of pain —

For pure she was, and young,

And it was Spring!