Take me to the bower
Where the scent from perfumed flowers
Is released by the showers
From spring rain
Where buds relinquish drips
From the life-blood that they sip
And harmonic rhythm trips
To life again.
Take me to the grasses undulating in the fields
Where the greens and yellow golds wave in the breeze
Take me quickly, now, from the depths of winter’s grip,
Take me, darling, there, please take me, please.