my delight

ever since i was very young i have been drawn to images of bluebell woods. my parents had a print hanging in our home in england that has imprinted itself on my consciousness. here's a lovely pic also from england.

and for a frosty tuesday morning here in peterpatch, here's a romantic heartwarming poem.

My Delight and Thy Delight

MY delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:

My desire and thy desire
Twinning to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher;
Through the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.

Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.

Love can tell and love alone,
Whence the million stars are strewn,
Why each atom knows its own.

This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.

Robert Bridges

the image of a bluebell wood is courtesy of the clever souls at http://www.simplyphotos.org.uk/