Lime Trees

Happy the lime tree with its lovely load
That lingers though the sun is late and cool,
And June is here to deck the lawns with frost.
So was an Easter lime tree long ago
That thrust its joy through hearts already filled
With wonder of the swelling ocean tides,
And cliffs that sheered above the fretted sands;
With sunlight on the grass of autumn gold,
And crying winds about the Pinnacles;
An ancient road lit by the gleaming limes,
A shining lake against the hills' high blue.
Now every morning as I pass the lime
I hear the surf and see those old warm hills,
The dazzle of the morning on the lake,
Joy in the air and laughter in your eyes.

—M.L.