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.