English poem
In Central Park
by Ralph Henry Barbour (1870–1944)
IN Central Park, in softened guise The children's happy, gladsome cries Blew o'er the meadow's verdant sheen. High midst the branches all unseen The squirrel chattered o'er his prize.
In glinting lake and tender skies I found the color of your eyes. And took new pleasure of the scene In Central Park.
And you, my love, all nature-wise, Found fresh delight and new surprise In every leaf and blade of green; And never knew, nor cared, I ween. That I that day found Paradise In Central Park!