“For oft’ when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye…”
The meadow is a moment in time. The living garden, evolves…. the daffs fade… this moment is gone.
One looks forward to this annual ‘happening’ with much anticipation and it is celebrated with much wine. Spring has arrived!
“I gazed -and gazed- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.”