When Green Buds Hang In The Elm Like Dust

Charles Lloyd: Forest Flower

When green buds hang
in the elm like dust
And sprinkle the lime like rain,
Forth I wander, forth I must,
And drink of life again.

Forth I must by hedgerow bowers
To look at the leaves uncurled,
And stand in the fields
where cuckoo-flowers
Are lying about the world.

--A.E. Housman