Explore "Flower God, God of the Spring" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, / Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, / Here I wander in April / Cold, grey-headed; and still to my / Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer, / Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant; / Spring, flower-planter in meadows, / Child-conductor in willowy / Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses: / Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity: / O child, happy are children! / She still smiles on their innocence, / She, dear mother in God, fostering violets, / Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins: / Thus one cunning in music / Wakes old chords in the memory: / Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal / Green-one more, and my bosom / Feels new life with an ecstasy.