To my Love

Should I ignore the whispering of rain
Or blue submerged by gray at daylight's end,
And should I close my thoughts to logic's gain 
To follow raging torrents to their bend?

Could I deny the murmur in the trees
As dawn becomes the harbinger of light,
And lets cold yellow blossom into gold,
To flame away the darkness of the night?
 
Would I forget the soft song of the stream,
That rippling, lapping pulse of the lake and sea,
Where beats the swollen heart of mankind's dream 
To burst in waves of tidal ecstasy?

To shun those gentle hints of nature's hue
Would be to lose all essence that is you.
By Lila Dewhurst