Classic Poem

Adown our lane at Eastertide
Hosts of dancing bluebells lay
In pools of light: and ‘Oh,’ you cried,
‘Look, look at them: I think that they
Are bluer than the laughing sea,’
And ‘Look!’ you cried, ‘a piece of the sky
Has fallen down for you and me
To gaze upon and love.’ … And I,
Seeing in your eyes the dancing blue
And in your heart the innocent birth
Of a pure delight, I knew, I knew
That heaven had fallen upon earth.