I have seen you smiling

Through the silk of sunlit rain,

When the April skies above you

Were a cloud entangled skein

Of blue and grey and silver;

And the buds, but half awake,

Like green bewitchéd lanterns

Lit the surface of the lake.

And the sweet soft scent of hyacinths,

When rain-splashed woods lay wet,

Filled the air with strange enchantment

- With a spell that lingers yet.


(January 1942)