Hawthorn Dyke
All the golden air is full of balm and bloom Where the hawthorns line the shelving dyke with flowers. Joyous children born of April's happiest hours, High and low they laugh and lighten, knowing their doom Bright as brief, to bless and cheer they know not whom, Heed not how, but washed and warmed with suns and showers Smile, and bid the sweet soft gradual banks and bowers Thrill with love of sunlit fire or starry gloom. All our moors and lawns all round rejoice; but here All the rapturous resurrection of the year Finds the radiant utterance perfect, sees the word Spoken, hears the light that speaks it. Far and near, All the world is heaven: and man and flower and bird Here are one at heart with all things seen and heard.
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"All the golden air is full of balm and bloom..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Algernon Charles Swinburne delivers a powerful performance in "Hawthorn Dyke"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...