Spring Rapture

May I spend my days in a sunlit glade
The birds proclaiming fit to burst
My eyes alight with a golden haze
My heart alert and unrehearsed

May I sink down soft upon a cowslip bank
And recline in moss with all the urge to thank
Overcome with rapture on my verdant throne
That is mine this instant, yet not mine to own

Ah, the Spring’s delights may come but once a year
May I live on hopeful till they reappear

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