Never mind where I’ve been or gone
There is no where so delicious
As England before spring
Long nights gone and longer days to come
The mid-evening bathed in gold
The gnarled brown lengths bloom once more
And we are that promise;
Cold will come again
But not before the warmth
So tell a passer by
Go see Avalon by evening’s light
Her meadows, her woods, her winding clear streams
Wonder Full 