The Green Bowl - Caprice
This little bowl is like a mossy pool
In a Spring wood where dogtooth violets grow
Nodding in chequered sunshine of trees;
A quiet place still with the sound of birds
Where though unseen is heard the endless song
And murmur of the never resting sea
'T was winter Roger when you made this cup
But coming Spring
Guided your eager hand
And round the edge you fashioned
Young green leaves
A proper chalice made to hold the shy
Flowers
They will forget their sad uprooting lost
In pleasure that this circle of leaves
Should be their setting; once more they'll dream
They hear winds wandering through lofty leaves
And see the sun smiling
And see the sun smiling
Between the leaves
Between the leaves
