“I’m opening! See! I see the light!
It’s coming to me clean and bright!”
“I, too.” “And I,” they shout in glee
“See the world! ‘ Just look at me!”
In the fir wood their leaves of jade
A carpet for the fairies made
A million blooms, if one, I thought
And imagination here was caught
As fancy flowered a delicate hue
Of palest pink and white and blue
I heard them call I’m sure as sure
They shouted so that all could hear!
“Come play and dance in the wind and glade
In sparkling sun and chequered shade.”
I stood aghast at the beauteous sight
of cyclamen in the dappled light
And knew this moment would for me
Remain transfixed in memory.