MySpot: This Glistening Hour

*Ph of me/ Dreamboy

         

"When from the opening chambers of the east

The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,

The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day."

           

James Thomson

Golden Beneath the Trees

            

"What ye have been ye still shall be,

When we are dust the dust among,

O yellow flowers!"

      

Austin Dobson

The Primrose Path

        

"Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreathes;

And 'tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes."

          

William Wordsworth - Lines Written in Early Spring

Briefer Than The Apple Blossom

 

"Apple blossoms swing and sway,
In the merry month of May.
All the fairy folks are gay,
’Tis the merry month of May.
In the trees the birdies call,
Apple blossoms softly fall,
Here the robin sweetly say
’Tis the merry month of May."

       

Traditional

MySpot: When Every Lusty Heart Beginneth to Blossom

*Ph of me/ Dreamboy

         

"For winter's rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins;

The days dividing lover and lover,

The light that loses, the night that wins;

And time remembered is grief forgotten,

And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,

And in green underwood and cover

Blossom by blossom the spring begins."

         

           

Algernon Charles Swinburne - Atalanta in Calydon

A Story About Narcissus

"And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils."

      

William Wordsworth

The Very Pink of Perfection

"The flowers did smile, like those upon her face;

And as their aspen stalks those fingers band,
That she might read my case,
A hyacinth I wished me in her hand."

           

William Drummond, of Hawthornden