Spring

I've been reading "The Collected Works of Robert Frost." Here is a poem he wrote about spring.

A Prayer to Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest;keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,

Lik nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;

And make us happy in the happy bees,

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,

The whcih it is reserved forGod above

To sanctify to what far ends He will,

But which it only needs that we fulfil.