The wind blows happily on every thing.
The very weeds that shake beside the fold
Bowing, they dance, do any thing but sing
And all the scene is lovely to behold:
Blue mists of morning, evenings of gold.
How beautiful the wind will play with Spring:
Flowers beam with every colour light beholds,
Showers o’er the landscape fly on wet pearl wings
And winds stir up unnumbered pleasant things.
I love the luscious green before the bloom,
The leaves and grass and even beds of moss,
When leaves ‘gin bud and Spring prepares to come,
The ivy’s evergreen, the brown green gorse,
Plots of green weeds that barest road engross.
In fact I love the youth of each green thing:
The grass, the trees, the bushes and the moss
That pleases little birds and makes them sing.
I love the green before the blooms of Spring.
This Happy Spirit
Selected & edited by R. K. R. Thornton & Carry Akroyd