From My Window!

’Neath the tall lime-Tree,
In dappled shade,
The lowly blue-bells grow:
A Quiet corner,
In orchard, old
Planted so long ago!

There are blossom-ladened cherry trees:
Who, I wonder, planeted these?
Did they know, this beauty, they’d ever see?
Or did they dream of what was “yet to be”?

By their foresight and loving care,
From a landscape, barren and bare,
Was brought forth this enchanting sight:
It fills me with joy and pure delight.