Celebrating National Poetry Month: Lovely Words from Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God Of The Spring
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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.


  1. IEG, Hmmm. I just can't get use to the new decor of the blog. It makes me claustrophobic. (I think that is a word). It seems like the walls are caving in on me. No, I am entirely normal...seriously.

  2. He took the words right out of mouth... giggle.
    I am afraid to close my eyes for fear I'll miss something as spring weaves it's changes.

    (ps to Go Figure's comment. I had to adjust my tri-foculs!)


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