EASTER

Adown our lane at Eastertide

Hosts of dancing bluebells lay

In pools of light: and‘ Oh,’ you cried,

‘ Look, look at them: I think that they

Are bluer than the laughing sea,’

And‘ Look!’ you cried,‘ a piece of the sky

Has fallen down for you and me

To gaze upon and love.’... And I,

Seeing in your eyes the dancing blue

And in your heart the innocent birth

Of a pure delight, I knew, I knew

That heaven had fallen upon earth.