We walked among the vast cathedral trees Exulting in the warm and languorous day, Aware of fragile moments such as these While winter holds the world within its sway.
We watched the willow's green exuberance The early iris thrusting through the soil And wondered at the wizardry of chance That moves with us through birth and death and toil.
We wandered upon ways we hardly knew Mid sleeping ferns and lively daffodils And though our days remaining might be few A concentrated joy our being fills.
For we have loved and we have lived, and more, Have trod these flowered paths of light before.
Poems Undated (1727)
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