A Summer Sanctuary

I found a yellow flower in the grass, A tiny flower with petals like a bell, And yet, methought, more than a flower it was,— More like a miracle. Above, the sky was clear, save where at times Soft-tinted fleeces drifted dreamily, Bearing a benison to sunny climes From altars of the sea. In vestments green the pines about me gleamed Like priests that tend the sacrificial fire; And the faint-lowing cattle almost seemed Some far intoning choir. It was a place and an occasion meet For some high, solemn wonder to befall; And, when I saw the flower at my feet, I understood it all.

Collection: 
English
John Hall Ingham

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