F is for Robert Frost


Today is Friday, Good Friday for some, and it’s “F” day in the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

“F” offered up some great choices: William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and one of my absolute favorites, E.M. Forster.  But for today, I’ll present a work by one of America’s most beloved poets:

A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.