WILD HYACINTH
Delicate tangle of beauty that flows from the bowl of the May-green wood
Leading the lingering heart out of love in a transport to tremulous tears,
When the West wind runs a luminous wave through your bells and your sensitive spears
It is earth I behold a light with a heavenly mood:
Blue fires, blue floods, that shimmer and swim in a haze in the heart of the wood.
I have seen innocent beauty that made my spirit to laugh aloud
As joy danced over my soul like light that travels a fine-rippled sea;
I have seen awfullest beauty that struck into dumbness the senses of me