is a line in this lovely poem by Rachel Wallace-Oberle which appears to be untitled.
I have found the sweetest bliss
In simple little things like this:
A glossy blackbird on the gate
Singly blithely to his mate,
Bumble bees are plump and bold
Drifting through the marigolds,
Lilac bushes bent to earth
Boasting blooms of lavish girth,
An early dew upon the lawn
Glinting in the blush of dawn.
To my hushed, expectant soul,
Beauty speaks and makes me whole.
Have a good weekend!