Frail beauty,
Green, gold and incandescent whiteness,
Narcissi, daffodils,
You have brought me spring and longing,
Wistfulness,
In your irradiance.

Therefore, I sit here
Among the people
Dreaming,
And my heart aches
With all the hawthorn blossom,
The bees humming,
The light wind upon the poplars,
And your warmth and your love
And your eyes ...
They smile and know me.