together they slipped away,
running easily down through the wood,
where the first primroses were beginning to bloom
in the bliss of new love
as each season passed, the forest grew with them
the primroses, waxed and waned,
the trees stood tall and steady
and every so often to their joy,
new life sprung forth to cultivate in the blooms
Watership Down, Richard Adams (1972)
This poem flows easily for me from bliss to joy! . My favorite line is the last one, evoking spring blooming and also generations tending the land. I love when words carry more than one meaning. New love creating new life. Beautiful!