HAWTHORN TIDE
27
Time gives it and takes it again and restores it: the
glory, the wonder,
The triumph of lustrous blossom that makes of the
steep sweet bank
One visible marvel of music inaudible, over and under,
Attuned as in heaven, pass hence and return for the
sun to thank.
The stars and the sun give thanks for the glory bestowed
and beholden,
For the gladness they give and rejoice in, the night
and the dawn and the day:
But nought they behold when the world is aflower and
the season is golden
Makes answer as meet and as sweet as the flower that
itself is May.
