Colin A. Scott

SWEET words waiting since the early times,

For him have tarried.

For him they rush into his rhymes

For ever married.

Ambassador of birds and bees,

He knows their meaning:

The spokesman of the tongueless trees,

Grey grown, or greening;

And even my heart he reads aright,

Through magic seeming;

At last my lips can utter quite

My soul’s deep dreaming.