a prayer in Spring
oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
and give us not to think so far away
at the uncertain harvest, keep us here
all simply in the springing of the year
oh give us pleasure in the orchard white,
like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
and make us happy in the happy bees
the swarm dilating round the perfect trees
and make us happy in the darting bird
that suddenly above the bees is heard
that suddenly above the bees is heard
that meteor that thrusts in with needle bill
and of a blossom in mid air stands still
for this is love, and nothing else is love
to which it is reserved for God above
to which it is reserved for God above
to sanctify to what far ends he will
but which it only needs that we fulfill
Robert Frost
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