“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.” – Emily Dickinson
I am in Brisbane again for work and the Spring has sprung gloriously here. The sun was brilliantly shining today, the flowers blooming and the heat already beginning to become almost uncomfortable. A poem by John Keats for today’s Poetry Wednesday offering, suitably in season!
Daisy’s Song
The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silver, proud,
Might as well be in a cloud.
And O the spring – the spring!
I lead the life of a king!
Couched in the teeming grass,
I spy each pretty lass.
I look where no one dares,
And I stare where no one stares;
And when the night is nigh,
Lambs bleat my lullaby.
John Keats (1795-1821)
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