It makes my heart sing,
That's the sweetest sound;
The glory of the coming spring,
My Wildwood Flower crown.
In the Temple in the air
Wise ones watch and wait;
High above the altar there,
They beckon me inside the gates.
Oh, my wildwood, my precious wildwood,
Memory failing weeps:
In my cradle, in my little hood asleep
With mother in the darkness deep.
Oh, come again my Wildwood Flowers,
Ravish me once more:
I'm more in love and in your power
Than ever I've been before.
Samuel Hardman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-sings-2/
